Smile On Me Poem by jim bethke

Should I suffer torture I would rather take the pain
Than say the words that take away your smile;
Silent in devotion, feel my blood flow down the drain,
Stagger to my feet to see you one more time again,
Etch your loving face into my swiftly dying brain,
Happily I’d crawl the final mile.

Satan’s arms could pull until they dragged me to the deep
No struggle would I make to stay the time;
Scored into my soul I’d have your loving smile to keep,
Endless darkness welcomed I would gladly stay asleep,
Deathly dream forever I’d not worry, I’d not weep,
Ever tranquil with your smile sublime.

Should I find myself in Heaven, at St. Peter’s gate
Please tell the Lord no angels wings for me;
Paradise and all its saintly pleasures have to wait,
Maybe I would come back at some other, future date,
Happy then to undergo my true eternal fate,
Your smile etched into my memory,
for given a choice I would wish to return to thee.

Smile on me, beloved, smile and make come true my dream
Bathe me in the radiance of your heart’s gracious beam,
Stand beneath my loving cape as round us raindrops teem,
You and I, united, play love’s stars in Cupid’s scheme,
We two are part of Love’s enormous plan.
Smile on me, my love,
Smile on your man.