The crinkle in your eyes that showed when you grin.
The dimples on the corners of your mouth.
They all make sense to me.
The laugh you’ve never loved.
The smile that you denied.
Warms my heart endlessly.
Those twinkling brown eyes that are so intense.
The happiness they give off,
They all fit perfectly.
All those little things,
They matter to me.
'Cause they're a part of you.
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Ink Poetry
Poetry"The poem is a little myth of man's capacity to make life meaningful." - Robert Penn Warren
