I hope you enjoy this. David2
What Summer’s Day
What Summer’s day may compare to my sweet,
Be it ever so near to perfection?
Suffering greatly when forced to compete,
With the warmth of her glowing complexion.
When is a sunrise, emblazoned in gold,
With a wonder and splendor disarming,
More of a treasure to long to behold,
Than her beauty, bewitching and charming?
Where does a garden of peonies grow,
With a fragrance more shockingly awesome,
As those adrift on the soft wind that blows,
From my love as she flowers and blossoms?
What then assures sorrow’s certain demise?
Only one look in her wonderful eyes.