Looky Here

There's no other person
There's no other place
I'd rather be with or at
Than in your arms,staring at your face

I can feel it coming closer
We're nearing our fruition
When we can reap the love we've sown
When I wrap up this here mission

Even though we're far away
We're also very near
Because I reside within your soul
And I'm almost home, my dear