His sweet and loving face.

I wonder where he goes to rest, and in my thoughts make sense of time maybe it's the hillside or a mountain climb,

I wonder where he goes for peace, a pebbled pond or open lake, and if by chance he'd have me there in time if to partake, 

for any place his eyes hold dear, would all but cause my sight as near, to see the beauty in that realm
And be apart of some rendered dream, 

I wonder where he goes for love and if there's boundaries if have to cross, I'd walk the fire and tread the ice, for not to would be of greater loss, 

I wonder where he goes for joy a singing bird to hear in forests bright, I'd hold his hand if he showed me darkness, and gather for his the grandest light

I wonder where he goes with sorrow, would he Burry his feet in the Ocean waves, I'd gladly give him all my happiness, to be the one he only craves

I wonder where he goes for solace for I found him in my sweet place
Of all the looks I've held or honoured, it was his sweet loving face.