Smiles in My Memory

A smile from my memory crept into my soul, how bold? How beautiful? a grin so suitable to whom it is attached, unmatched by any queen, I mean rowing this boat merrily down the stream of dreams. Have I become a fiend to the things that make her gleam? I mean to see her teeth is such a lovely thing. Not to mention her essence, her mere presence is a blessing. Confession: I searched inside my memory, my mental treasury and found a heart that didn't bleed that was in need of some energy. With your essence being a blessing there was no second guessing affection. What a tragedy it must be to wake up to that smile and all the while not appreciate the women behind it. Beauty is her not just her name.