Guess What?

Sometimes I feel the need to cry,
Like the only thing I can do.
Although I'm not sure why,
I know somehow it's to do with you.

Mostly because you're far away,
True, it's a pain in the backside.
But I guess I prefer it in a way,
When I think of us in pride.

When I'm walking in the cold,
My fingers too frozen to dial.
I just think of me in your hold,
And that warms me up with a smile.

I have got to really say,
I'm glad I met ya too.
Because I think that I may,
Have fallen deep in love with you.