Your Smile
Every once in a while,
You should smile,
It gives me the butterflies,
It makes my hopes rise,
My cheeks turn peach,
And then you reach,
For my nervous hand,
Nothing like I had planned.
You should smile more,
And know that I adore,
That grin that you give,
I constantly want to relive,
Every moment together,
Through every kind of weather,
Because your smile,
Gets me through the last mile.
This poem is about:
Me