My hand is lonely for you clasping, dear;
   My ear is tired waiting for your call.
I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer;
   Heart, soul, and senses need you, one and all.
I droop without your full, frank sympathy;
   We ought to be together...you and I;
We want each other so, to comprehend
   The dream, the hope, things planned, or seen, or wrought.
Companion, comforter and guide and friend,
   As much as love asks love, does thought ask thought.
Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly,
   We ought to be together, you and I.