Her Smile

When she smiles, the smooth features of
Her face radiates a kindness I
Want to let into my cold heart,
A sweetness that penetrates
The misery of my mind like
A brilliant firework in the night.

When her back is turned, I fix my
Eyes on her long dark hair, and feel
Myself getting smaller, as her
Hair fills my periphery, and
Engulfs me in a soft bed
And I whisper, "Spectacular".

On lonely days there is solace
Found in hearing her voice in my
Ears, like the second movement of
Emperor, or the Tallis Fantasie,
a voice of music, one that
Reminds me of joy and beauty.

Her eyes fascinate, transfix
Me in the same way sheet music,
Maps and trains do, profoundly
And completely, and leads me to
Forget I am staring, which is
Impolite unless she notice.

The moment of bliss passes me by,
I smile on the inside and breathe
In the shallow, mundane air,
And behold my secret treasure:
Beauty which draws no attention
To itself, it is the most beautiful
Of all.