130. A Poem For Anne's Smile

Across a cold, winter-blue sky
     I would fly;
Just to see that smile in the morn
And to hold it at night,
For your deep eyes
     Speak their curiosity,
And your laughter
     Shows me your beauty.
But should that wondrous smile
     Melt into a tear,
Through the days and the years,
I will always be here,
To give you that smile back
     And to dry those tears,
For the smiles you and I share
     May be few, but still,
They are more than words will ever know...