Your smile

Your smile is in the morning like a lovely lily

floating on the surface of a feeling,

so shy and full of ancient mystery

but scarcely open, she's oh so promising.

Your smile before the noon is like the flowering

and so excessive that I'm a drowning fly,

in your laughter there's no withholding,

in your sense of beauty there's no shy.

Your smile is in the evening light, but wise

with little wrinkles around the mouth

showing all we had, there's no price

for happiness, with you I'm real and proud.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere