Her Smile
Soft as the the spring rain her smile washes gently against my heart.
Little can I do to refrain as I felt the tenderness from the very start.
With her lips three quarter curled and with a cute, and sly little slant.
She smiles at me and I smile at her.....
and my heart ever becomes exceedingly glad.
Someday when the mountains touch the sea.
Someday when life is lived within captured dreams.
I will touch that smile like that smile has touched me.
And then in quite reflection two that were bound will become free.
J. Allen Wilson 3/25/2009
Beautiful J so sweet.
All the best,
Gwendolyn
(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers~
As always, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. ;D
This is so loving and poignant, sweet as the smile of your beloved one.
Her memories will always comfort and touch you as your poem has touched us today. Thank you J.Allen.
Cynthia
In Christs Love
Michelle~
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.