When he smiles His mouth curves up a little Just a bit. The teeth don’t show. But sometimes a rare glimpse of ivory snow Peeks through. Like weathered pages From a book that has seen the ages; That has been loved, and also has Been tossed around in the hands Of those that loved it less - Now hiding its parchment yellowness.
When she smiles Her cheeks skip up, joining hands With the crow’s feet at the corners Of her eyes. Hands and feet Join together in a wreathe Its flowers have been abloom a while Many now wear waning smiles Just a few are waxing still Of bountiful life taking their fill.
When they look at each other He and she And they smile for all the world to see The mouths, the noses and the cheeks The enamel pearls, the crow’s feet All fade away as eyes light up; Two sets of windows brighten up Spangled pathways to twin souls. The radiant smiles reach deep inside To gently touch two pages bright Of a love story yet untold.