Her smile, a gentle whisper of the dawn,
Illuminates the darkest corners of my soul,
A beacon of hope in times forlorn,
A warmth that makes me whole.
In the curve of her lips, I see a thousand stars,
Each sparkling with tales of joy and grace,
A testament to the beauty that is ours,
A reflection of a love I can’t erase.
Her smile, a melody so sweet and pure,
An orchestra of laughter and delight,
Itâs a charm, a spell, an allure,
That makes my heart soar to new heights.
With every smile, she paints the skies,
In hues of love and endless dreams,
A masterpiece that never dies,
A light that forever gleams.