Everyday I awaken,
Longing to hear you speak.
Like a wilting rose,
Not watered for a week.

Then your voice comes to me,
Pleasant even if for a short time.
Then it's gone sometimes quickly,
Leaving a smile behind.

The smile still remains,
Making my day seem worth while.
While thoughts enter my mind,
Of you walking down the aisle.

The sun begins to set,
As the day reaches it's end
Happily I anticipate the voice,
Of my love and best friend.