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 that love.

Think of any old sky
getting ready to cry,
Down comes the rain
but its raining confetti.

Then think of things like far off isles,
Two blue-green eyes
and sunlit smiles
And in your hand a wishing star,
The one you thought too far above.

Every lovely view introduces you
to the face I love.