Special Place

Beautiful, pretty, gorgeous all describe something to behold but what if my happy place was not with flowers? Not with birds or trees. Not with roads that go to the unknown. Not with street lights that light up my night. No with hills or fancy wear. Not with a chandelier. My place is a place so close yet so far. Its her face like a thousand stars. Her kind lips twist up into a curl to show the one I want to hold. Her eyes are the only Tv id stick to. With action and drama all in one big bow. Her hair like the softest of baby blankets woven with a mother’s love. She is my special place for only me to love.