Every Breath I Take

He has been away on a trip. And she can't wait to see him again:

The dearest present for me
Would be the dust off your shirt
Seeing and smelling you again
Would be my re-birth.
My wanting you
Is not just from whim or desire.
You are my re-birth,
I want you for my breath.

From Shakila/Hayedeh's "Present" (Soghati)