Ink-Stained Affection

Crescent of Love

Yes, that curve;
That cute little smile.
Such a paragon of beauty!
Rare art of juvenile.

Yes, I swear.
That cute little smile.
Far reaching enough,
Like a 45 degree projectile.

Yes, that sound.
Combined with that smile.
Flows like orchestra
Making speechless for a while!

Yes, I am stunned;
Stunned with that smile.
Those square shaped teeth,
Keeps the stubborn, docile.

Yes, The domain,
The domain of that smile.
Imaginary enough
To place between column & file.

Yes, that integral
Value of that smile,
Soothes the heart,
Like ever soothing missile.

Yes, that power station.
Still pointing that smile.
Generates implausible energy
Turning the slow coach, agile.

Yes, the gradient.
The gradient of that smile.
Innocent enough,
Like the just born infantile.

Yes, that tune;
That euphonic smile!
Heals some pain,
As if pain was, volatile.

Yes, that arc.
The arc of that smile.
Encircles the heart,
Locks the sight, immobile.

Yes, I can't still;
Figure out the depth of that smile.
It's the container of love.
Grows the emotions, fertile.

Yes, that screen.
That transparent smile.
The shimmering moon.
Wish, could hold it awhile.

Yes, It can...
Change the words of vile.
It's the sacred message.
That divine smile.

Yes, it mends...
The heart that's fragile.
It's the healer of ache.
That sophisticated smile!

Hunting for beauty,
Seeking mile after mile.
Almost nothing can withstand.
That hilarious smile.

No, nothing can...
Replace that smile.
It's wonderful enough.
With exceptional style.

Emotions stacked,
The heart is guile.
Just can't forget,
That deepening smile.

Barrage of times,
Stuffing the pile.
But will re-read the art,
Just re-read that smile!