Poetry is loving you, as beautiful as the color blue,
The sunshine on a cloudless day, and all the little
things you say.
Loving you is like the Forth of July, the sparkle that
is in your eyes,
The tears that only you make fall, the bluebirds
heeding winters call.
The Fourth of July is seeing you, and all the crazy
things you do,
Its the summer smell thats in the air, the things that
let you know I care.
Seeing you is a rising stone, the way I feel when
we're alone,
The simple things, the pretty dove, the way it feels
to be in love.
A rising stone is a never ending story, a rose, a
bloom, a morning glory,
A life long tell thats never ending, my heart that
only you are mending.
A never ending story last forever, its you and me when
we're together,
Promise, trust, and love thats true, poetry is just
loving you.