love poem

Simple,
Simple yet subliminal,
Subliminal is this grass of mine,
As I sit and wish that God would stop the hands of time,
Comfortable am I,
Sitting on this green bed of God's natural make,
Watching the moon and stars reflect off this beautiful lake,
So soft without a shimmer this lake is as glass,
Reflecting the mountains as if it were revealing the past,
Such a maraculous that has been set before me,
Yet even still it cannot compare to your beauty.