I miss you when I awake in the small hours of the br Morning, aching so deep I cannot sleep. br It is you I crave – only with you beside me can there be peace. br br This was not meant to be – it cannot be! I rage inside br To know that you cannot be mine. I reach across dark miles; br Are you, too, awake – curled on your side in foetal agony? br br And in the morning I must pretend that I am rested, br Bright and ready for a new day. And that you, my love, br Are just another smile in my circle of happy friends. br br This fire inside is held in check for love of you.