MESSAGES FOR HUSBAND

MISSING FOR TOO LONG

If missing you was a hobby
I would be an expert
If missing you was a religion
I would become a convert
If missing you was a project
At it, I would excel
If missing you was a mission
I’d accomplish it well
If missing you was a job
I would be a pro
In short I miss you lots
Is all that I want you to know

MISSING THOSE GOOD DAYS

You always seem occupied
Even on the weekends
Sometimes away for work
Other times, you are with friends
And when you are at home
We are always fighting
About our lives we are
Always complaining
I miss all those times when
We were happy and carefree
Let’s get back to being
The happy couple we’re meant to be
I miss you

YOU ARE SO FAR AWAY FROM ME

You are in
Another country
So far away
You are from me
I am in disoriented
In a different time zone
All by myself
I am home alone
Come back home soon
To set everything right
I miss you a lot
With all my might

WEEKS GO BY AND I MISS YOU

Monday and Tuesday
Have passed away
Wednesday and Thursday
Are on their way
Friday and Saturday
I’ll spend without you
Sunday is going to be
Oh so dull and blue
This week will pass
Along with a couple more
Spending so much time
Without you is such a bore
I miss you

WAITING FOR YOU TO RETURN

When you stepped out
Waving goodbye
It put my mood off
Making me cry
When you called to say
That you will be late
I kept waiting for you
Staring at the gate
Get back home soon
I miss you like hell
I will wait for you
To ring the doorbell
I miss you

I MISS YOU WHEN..

I miss you when
You come home late
I miss you when
You hang with your mates
I miss you when
You have an after work party
I miss you when
You are not at home with me
I miss you when
You have to work until late night
I miss you when
I have no one to hug tight
Come back soon
For I miss you
Without you darling
I just can’t make do

IT’S NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU

Nights don’t seem normal
When you are not beside me
Days don’t seem usual
When you are too busy
Afternoons become rotten
When you don’t answer your phone
Evenings turn bitter
When I sip on wine alone
Nothing is perfect
When your arm isn’t in mine
Without you darling
Nothing seems to be fine
I miss you