“A Smile a Day…”

A figure, so strong, breaks my palisade,
With brown roots of flaxen-ended hair.
Of beauty that could halt a masquerade,
Features so stunning, gives feelings of light air.

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Your gaze, your presence, so hard to compete.
Thou eyes, so... so mysterious and bronze,
Something hidden, that catches my heartbeat,
Inside, walls crumble as you raise the dawns.

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Your smile, so beautiful, bold, and brave.
Thou beams the Heaven’s lights on my poor soul.
Although brilliant, I draw to my grave,
My only weakness, my heart, you have stole.

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As I lie in wait for the perfect day,
I think of your smile, and waste away.

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Gregory Cecil, April 3, 2017