It’s all I do to push myself 
to pull my thoughts from my minds shelf

 to reach out for the journey’s mile 
to receive that flash of a woman’s smile. 

I press my efforts to think real deep 
when she is pouting or in a weep. 
I interrupt her destructive style 
to earn that moment of a woman's smile.

She sometimes sees that things are dark 
she waits for moments of changing spark.

When her mind is cloaked with darkness piled 
it’s me that draws this woman’s smile.  

She sometimes never thinks of me, 
when her fears of life is all she sees. 

My energy turns up the dial,
and turns her tears into a woman’s smile.  

But after she smiles, she digresses 
to thoughts of frowns and vile lessons.
I catch her eyes my brows are dialed 
to help bring back that woman’s smile.