Times spent with her

Waiting for her time is a good as being with her 
because every minute that I wait, 
I am filled with her thoughts
and every thought that I think..... she is mine
She listens to me, never objects
Tends to my request, never denies
She stays with me, never leaves...
then she comes along and takes me to new high
and then, when it is time... she leaves
and I repeat that same rigmarole all over again