Thursday, July 26, 2012

Glimpse

Her smile is a strange and wondrous thing.
It makes my heart beat rhythmically and strong,
My nerves all tingle and my sinews sing
Like the reverberations of a gong
After the note is struck. It makes me yearn
And melt at once. I cannot then resist 
The pull of her, and so I always turn
Towards her, and pull her to me to be kissed.
When she is sad or concentrating, I
Am always looking for a way to make
Her smile again, and so I'm apt to try
A million ways, 'til one of them will take
And bring me back into that blissful state
And I can watch her sit and radiate.

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