'I'll be back next week,' Ellen, my sweetheart calls
as she walks into the airport halls.
I am Portia de Rossi, her dedicated wife
that waits sorrowfully for Ellen, day and night.
'I love you,' her sweet voice rings,
her smile that makes me feel I have wings,
but when she goes, my heart is not right
I wish my dear Ellen was always in sight.
'I'm home', Ellen says as she closes the door
but when she leaves I'm wanting more
of her smiles and loving gaze
being infatuated with the famous doesn't pay.