The summer sun rises over the hills, <br />With a beauty and certain grace, <br />But it cannot compete with the beauty of you, <br />Or the beauty of your face. <br /> <br />The falling snow in wintertime, <br />Makes everything look so new, <br />But it cannot compare with the beauty, <br />The beauty that is you. <br /> <br />The birds in springtime sing their song, <br />So sweetly and so pure, <br />But they cannot compare with your sweet words, <br />Of this you can be sure. <br /> <br />The colorful leaves on autumn trees, <br />All covered with morning dew, <br />May be glorious in their beauty, <br />But are nothing compared to you. <br /> <br />All the wonders on this fine earth, <br />And the glory of up above, <br />Are nothing compared to your sweet charms, <br />Or the beauty of your love. <br /> <br />12-18-09.<br /><br />Alan W. Jankowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-this-you-can-be-sure/
