She sits alone in her room with a smile.
In her hands is his letter of the while.
A happy tear flows down her cheek.
The letter is his third of the week.

And his long distance love letter there
Has found her better for worse if not worse for wear.
She missed his laugh, she missed his smile but most of all,
She missed his arms where she could always fall.

She read it over and over again.
The part she liked best was near the end.
Before he signed his name when he was through
Were the X's and O's and the "I love you."

And his long distance love letter there
Has found her better for worse if not worse for wear.
She missed his laugh, she missed his smile but most of all,
She missed his arms where she could always fall.

Heart stickers and lip prints on a scented envelope.
Are among the best ways she knows to cope.
Does one count by hours, days, or weeks to feel better?
Or by long distance love letters?

Now with paper and pen she wrote to him.
Her letter mirrored his, it was a synonym.
When she got to the end, to her favorite part,
She wrote, "I love you with all my heart."

And his long distance love letter there
Has found her better for worse if not worse for wear.
She missed his laugh, she missed his smile but most of all,
She missed his arms where she could always fall.