They say it makes the heart grow fonder'
It does indeed, i say,
For when you're not around for me,
It's hard to get through the day.
I wonder who you're talking to,
I feel so envious,
They get to hear your sweet voice dear,
Those people on your bus.
I ponder how i'll carry on,
Without your loving arms,
And yearn so very achingly,
To have your wonderous charms.
I miss you darling, every day,
But you fail to understand,
How delicate this abscence has left me,
My life is in your hands.