She looks up with saddened eyes
To catch a lonely stare
The lost girl in the mirror sighs
And brushes back her hair
For just a brief few moments
She smiles a secret smile
Her finger reaches out to trace
I love you, on the tile

She knew when it all started
Some days would feel this blue
Real love is worth the price you pay
And she knows this one is true
So she pulls herself together
As she whispers out his name
Not knowing many miles away
He's whispering the same

~Derived from the poem 'Longing by D.L.Whited'~

This is so pretty, I love it.