My Southern Girl

 

In a field of green,

She lays there

 

Her hair brighter than the burning sun,

Her skin softer than an angel’s touch

 

Her eyes, a deeper blue the darkest oceans fury,

In the midst of a raging storm

 

She lays there,

Soft, sacred and serene

 

I wish I could touch her,

To be near her beauty and grace

 

I wish I could kiss her,

For her lips must be sweeter,

than the summer strawberries

 

I wish I could hold her,

And see the storm in her eyes

 

I cannot,

So she lays there

Skin of silk,

eyes of the oceans great,

and beauty untouched

 

In the green grass,

She lays

 

And I wait,

Till I can be with her