Her Smile

Her smile.

Her fucking smile
is potentially
the ninth
wonder of the
fucking world.

I would commit
murder just
to make her
smile.

Her tears.

Seeing her cry
is like being
set on fire times
a hundred
billion.

I would do anything
to dry them;
to make her never
cry again.

If I could,
I would pick every
last flower on the
planet and give them
all to her.

Every

last

one.

She would probably
roll her eyes and say,
"you're such a dork."

But that'd be okay;
she'd be smiling when
she says it.

And that would make
everything okay.

That'd make picking
every last flower on
the Earth
worth it.

Her smile is a
beauty words can't
express.

Poetry can't do
her smile justice.










God, I love her
so
fucking
much.