Smile
On the off chance,
that I’m not swimming in those eyes,
I would swear that her beauty lies,
somewhere across that smile.
There is just something,
so pure and divine,
as if to the clouds I ascended
and my mind it is fine.
I soar.
Where the laws of this world do not apply,
Where the sun never sets.
Where the moon always shines.
Where my feet ever glide,
across a soft summers sky.
Where I, the King of time,
rule in the name of you,
queen of mine.
As I would march twelve soldiers,
in the name of you.
Pray each and every one of them,
stand true.
So please, take my crown, my throne,
take everything I own,
melt it all and forge it into hope,
that I will yet again dive within her soul.
For I swear, her smile is magical,
beautiful, heavenly, calming.
To pour ink for the divine,
seems to be my calling.
The grains of sand, they keep on rolling.
I stand in their way, though the rivers they hold me,
and just as time did, it is I now that is falling.
Buried with hope, embracing peace slowly.
With a smile,
though man’s language too poor, to answer why.
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