the fairest of them all-
the wink of your eyes
the sparkle of your life
the beige colour of the bench relfect the drowning tired spirit
the tracks when the cuffs drag them
the laughter heals the child of the past
fireswork lit in your clebration
all the hours length to seconds when you voice rings my ears
the lifesource of happines
but i think the smile of your authenticity cherishes the blossoms of the spring
the comfort that brings us all out
They utter sweet lingering aromas of your childish face
The face of your own outshines the suns brightness
we find the speciality of you
you.
i hope for you to look in the mirror
In the view of your own and see yourself as i see you.
