Treasure Island

Jennifer Rondeau

(03/16/90 / Seoul)

A Smile


A smile from his face made me smile,
His laughter,
How he makes me laugh,
A thunderstorm can’t stop me from loving him,
Even thou he and I are no longer together,
But his laughter, his smile,
Will always make me smile,
He was my first love,
My first crush,
My everything,
I loved everything about him,
His smile,
His laughter,
His warmth,
He will soon enough will know how I feel,
Heavens sent me above,
Above from this beyond white clouds,
His footsteps,
He keeps something’s apart of me,
Apart that he has but his smile will always be remembered.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, August 24, 2010

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  • Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar (7/23/2008 6:25:00 AM)

    A smile- you have poured your feeling beautifully. The one who read your poems can grow young: so innocently words are coined.
    Your biography is excelent, more than a poem.
    I shall be happy if you reed some of my poems
    Cheer you
    Shanmugam Chettiar (Report) Reply

  • Zana Gg (8/19/2006 9:51:00 PM)

    i love this poem
    a lot of ppl feel like that but only the talented ones can describe it so well...
    ill be waiting to read other new poems of yours (Report) Reply

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