Wisps of hair around her face,
she has the brightest eyes,
the ones that make me die
for her love.
A simple walk by the creek,
and to sit and talk awhile,
brings the brightest smile,
with the trees up above.
Or to sit and listen to a song,
while in her mind she thinks.
And as her problems shrink,
she feels so at ease.
So then, as I kiss her lips,
my heart comes to a rest.
I tell her she's the best.
How simple love does please.
05/20/01
