To Whom it May Concern

Why are you so far from me? In my arms is where you ought to be. 

How long will you make me wait? I don't know how much more I can take.

I miss you, but I haven't met you. Oh but I want to, how I do.

Slowly counting down the days. Till I finally know your name.

The way your hand feels round my waist, the way you laugh, the way your kisses taste.

I miss you, but I haven't met you. Oh, but I want to, how I do. 

Dear whoever you might be, I'm still waiting patiently. 

The Civil Wars