Her
The morning sun struggles free from the
grasp of the nights darkness
But he doesnt notice
Her long, flowing hair glistens in the light
of the morning
He doesnt notice
The sprawling field of wildflowers proudly
boasts its beauty to the world
He doesnt notice
The Lord's broad, beautiful Creation unfolds
before him daily
He doesnt notice
The fleeting moments of his life fly by in a
flash that to him takes forever
He doesnt notice
All he notices is the large empty hole in
his chest and the agonizing, slow creep of
lifes journey without being whole
The world passes him by but he doesnt notice
He only notices that he doesnt have HER
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