My lover's eyes are
Nothing like the sun.
She walks in beauty but
It ain't like the night.
Her smile's not a summers day
but it warms me up.
Words don't contain her.
Poetry is not enough.
Cause it isn't love if
You can count the ways
And the rose ain't that red if
It's all you have to say.
Love can't be a secret that
once told they run.
It can't be held in sad lines
Or in happy ones.
My love is here
on the ground.
It's in a look.
It's in a touch.
It's a person.
It isn't clouds.
How could I reach her
otherwise?