Your smile.
Oh, your smile.
So kind, so warm.
Your lips are rosy,
The color of flushed cheeks in the cold.
They form a crescent of sorts.
You are careful with your smiles.
Sure, the world sees them every day.
But those are just for show.
No, your real smile is much better.
Your eyes become Christmas lights,
Your cheeks cherries.
When you are truly happy,
It is the best,
Purest,
Widest smile of them all.
I know your sadness,
The pain you've seen.
But it all melts away,
Melts into that beautiful smile.
Your lips and cheeks turn the same color.
That of a blazing sunset.
That of an out-of-breath blush
Photographed in the cold
In the middle of the night,
The flash paling the skin and illuminating those lips.
Oh, how I live for your smile.
For when I see it,
I forget all troubles
And lose myself in the galaxies
That whirl within your eyes.
For when you smile,
Truly smile,
It is the most wonderful thing in the world.
Oh, how I live for your smile.
For when you smile,
I smile.
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Poems from the Right Brain
PoetrySome silly, some not. Some lighthearted, some littered with thought. Some passionate, some numb. Some so clever, some outright dumb. Some more cautious, some bursting with tears. Some revealing memories, some unveiling my fears. So here's my heart...
