How or When or Why
I don't know how or when or why--
But I do know I'm not ready to say goodbye.
Is it your eyes or your smile: I can't tell...
I'm not really sure when or why or how I feel.
The sound of your voice, that song on your lips--
The magic that flows straight from your fingertips.
You've touched my heart, reached straight though my soul.
The way that I'm feeling is out of control.
So for now I'll keep waiting and wondering and wishing--
For it's you I'll be loving and wanting and missing.
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