I sometimes tire to see a woman's smile.
It is not for I cannot see or
understand such profound beauty.
Yet that I wish to see more of who
you are through a variety of expressions.
Knowing there is more
than my eyes can see.
Something below the
surface that gives rise.
Perhaps a thought
or feeling that comes from
a myriad of selection floating up like
a bubble.
But I will never hate your smiling
face you are so frequent to show.
It's just a delightful topic to ponder,
the mystery of you.
