Your smile…
Sweet and shy…
Far too long hidden from the world…
It brightens my day…
Like the first rays of the sun...
On a cold, crisp morning…
It warms my soul…
Like a blanket...
Made of happiness…
It tickles my fancy...
Like fingers of joy…
Trickled down my spine…
Your smile…
Fills me with love…
To the point that I feel I may burst...
For the rest of my days...
I will devote what time I have…
To drawing that most beautiful of things…
From it’s secret hiding place…
That most precious of treasures…
You smile…

© Elizabeth Moore