The face I love

Just think of things like daffodils
And peaceful sheep on clovered hills
The morning song of whippoorwills
And you’ll see the face I love

Think of any old sky
Getting ready to cry
Down comes the rain but
It’s raining confetti

Then think of things like far off isles
To blue green eyes
And sunlit smiles
And in your hand a wishing star
The one you saw too far off above

Every lovely view
Introduces you