The Very Thought of You

I don't need your photograph to keep by my bed Your picture is always in my head I don't need you 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 though it may seem To me that's everything The mere idea of you The longing I hear 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