When She’s Not Here
When she smiles with her eyes
My day changes instantly
What am I missing when she’s not here
When she utters words I hear
A symphony playing
What am I missing when she is not here
To love her is to know her
Positive thoughts flowing
Learning and growing
To know her is to love her
And love her I do
When she embraces me warm
Her feelings run though my heart
What am I missing when she is not here
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by Bill Ferguson
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