Sunday, September 11, 2016

And her smile

I wish to see her endless joy
Infectious smile , unbridled expressions,
Celebrating life, as only she can.

With ceaseless giving, of love and charm,
Like joy itself swaying in your arms,
A delirious dance , And a dreamy heart.

Like a flock of birds, painting the sky,
And a paddling of ducklings, splashing down,
Their spluttering wings, sprinkling on.

Or a crazy night, of senseless chatter,
All faith and logic, going for a toss,
As her laughter fills the evening air.

My heart it years for her alone,
Yet she considers me far away,
For reasons whose worth, is as yet unknown.



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