The Smile

there is a smile below there is a smile above betwixt the heart of praise a lonely heart found love a soul devides then parts on every circumstance we can learn to take part in the dance in quiteness I must confess the cause of togetherness my soul permeates a reason for being in the changing of the season there is the smile that holds it also offends let the reader understand a beacon of light onto a hurting world in need of love nestled from the tender hand from up above through common cadence we both can agree the soft pitter patter of the amazing melody in sullen brevity we can fondly believe I equate love captured in a magnificent stone or that of a pearl of great price. Once this life is lived you never get a second chance at which to roll the dice twice