I don't need your photograph to keep by my bed;
Your picture is always in my head.
I don't need your portrait, dear,
to call you to mind;
For, sleeping or waking, dear, I find
The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do.
I'm living in a kind of daydream;
I'm happy as a queen.
And foolish although it may seem
To me that's everything.
The mere idea of you, the longing here for you,
You'll never know how slow the moments go
'till I'm near to you.
I see your face in every flower;
Your eyes in stars above.
It's just the thought of you,
The very thought of you, my love.
[Repeat last two stanzas]