That smile of sweetness hit the eye
As a kind remembrance of cherry pie,
A sound of beauty in a wink
More than mind and heart can think.
You scent the air as hypnotized,
With every blink dehumanised -
The words just stop, no strain of move,
Just bits of love falling in groove.
You watch her beauty, make it grow,
A blush aroused in the white snow;
You wonder if so much grace
Is just illusion - it's not the case...
Sounds of beauty, words of silence -
Stillness in a grasp of puissance;
Energies unleashed by heaven
To fulfil the dream of men.
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