joyy

my story of how i came to be the happiest girl in the world.

you've turned me into a metaphor
for all things full of joy;
you've given me all the things a girl
looks for in that perfect boy.

if you're the sky, i'd be the cloud
that brings down all the rain
to give good things a chance to grow
and wash away the pain.

if i'm the earth, then you're my sun
you warm me up each day
and bring smiles to all children
want to go out and play

i'll sweeten up our future like
a little honeybee
you'll protect me forever
like a shady, tall oak tree.

the way i've come to love you
is like i've loved no one before.
if i'm the key to happiness,
then you're certainly the door.

e.r.i.c.a. & .a.l.l.e.n