Smile

So rare are those smiles

so soft, so meek

when confused teardrops roll down your cheek!

I won't say to stop those tears

Or to touch them with your trembling fingers;

I know what they mean

I know all of your silence and noises of mind

I know that unknown stare

and when your eyes fails to dare

And yet you dare

To stop the time and give rarest of smiles-

I know what they mean

When your pearl-like tears can't be tamed

I can't misread them

They have a soft burning flame.

Let us dare the Time

and make our love eternally juvenile,

Let us unnerve him 

With that rarest smile.