Your smile…
It’s the quiet after a heavy storm
The first sun ray that touches the earth everyday
It’s the stillness of pristine forests
The soothing sound of running water
It’s the sensation of rain streaming down my face
My foothold at sanity, my saving grace
Smile for me always
It’s what my life is made of
It’s what completes my being
It’s what makes this life worth enduring.
And yes. He knows I make poems for him back then, so he's kinda braggy about the fact. Don't make the mistake of mentioning it to him, or he'll launch into one of his "how-she-wooed-me" spiels. LOL.
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