Who Makes You Smile Poem by Locura Alaam

She dances, and the feet lightly tread
The wind flirts with her light blue dress
Displaying such exquisite finesse
Though motionless, so far from dead
Pleases the eye with a tender sight
A soothing sigh, so soft and light
Her dark hair teasing the breeze
The caress of the air, gentle, with ease
As it carries with it the phrase 'My dear'
And all the elements of the scene
Seem to merge and not intervene
'Who Makes You Smile, my dear? '