Dedicated to Ange…..
When I am here, I can hold you in my arms,
And make myself a pillow for you.
When I am here, I can experience firsthand your charms,
And I’m more than happy to take part in whatever you want to do.
When I am here, I can hold you in my arms,
And make myself a pillow for you.
When I am here, I can experience firsthand your charms,
And I’m more than happy to take part in whatever you want to do.
But when I’m not here, I can’t look into your eyes,
Or make you blush, giggle or show me that smile,
That makes all my lowpoints seem like highs,
And every bit of pain from before feel worthwhile.
When I’m not here, I think about wanting to be.
Wanting to sit with you on the sand, watching the wind in your hair,
Wanting to hold your hand while we walk, just you and me.
The affect you have on me hardly seems fair.
When I’m not here, you’re all I think about.
When I’m not here, I miss you.
In my mind, there’s no doubt
My heart and soul are yours, I promise that’s the truth.
When I’m here, or when I’m not.
