I don’t know her name.
I dream a thousand dreams blooming in your smileas dreams may bloom a thousand times with your smilethey beam a thousand…
I think of your eyes tracing these lettersI think of your mind searching for answersbetween these…
I’m not a painter who paints the most beautiful smileI’m not a writer who writes the most beautiful lineI’m just someone who tries to make thee…
When we smiled at one anotherFor the first timeI could see at once, my neighborIt’s the first timeI met your eyesThat mellowed…
Before the winterEnds, the first flower blooms inThe spring of your smile
I peer over the rim of the bifocals, regarding the man with a level gaze. He sits silently on the plush burgundy couch, watching me in turn. I…