Smile

Sincere smile.

A wonderful gift given.

Her eyes locking mine in blissful harmony,

Chasing, waitng, breaking.

Just to hold the perfect angel.

As her wings spread out and fly away, 

yearning to belong with her.

The smile is shown. 

The river flows, 

swelling up at each attempt to stop.

The smile now lingering as a faded memory.

Never forgetting it's warmth

This poem is about: 
Me

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