To Smiley Girl In Melbourne Poem by Alexander Foald

What is your smile made from?

Because it’s too bright to match the sun in summer
And too sweet even honey can’t compare
Because it looks different than any smile I’ve seen
And feels warmer than any fire that is within
Because it troubles me so much I can’t sleep
And makes me wonder of even more than the deep
Because it takes some time to interpret what it means
And takes some effort to translate it into English
Because it brings me joy and happiness, as well mystery
And throws away my pain and sufferings, as well misery