You are more lovely than the
sea is green.
The scent of evergreen, and the grass
beneath your feet.
You are more lovely than the
birds, the bees and the trees.
Rain soaked tenderness,
dances across the street.
You are more lovely than
all the dreams I've dreamed.
Nothing is more lovely than the
look your eyes gleam.
All along those dusty forgotten roads,
Is where I ought to be.
Is where my heart will be.
And nothing is more lovely than
the thought of you and me.
© 2013 Christina Jackson