-- SMS --

Whilst my body aches for want of thee
As we are kept apart
The ache which hurts the most for me
Is the ache within my heart

Separated by time and space
Away from you I find
Though parted by hard circumstance
We can be joined in mind

So I'll praise the gods of SMS
With the devil I'll make a pact
For allowing us to be together
In mind if not in fact