She smiles;
As she laughs in piles,
Of joy; excruciating pain;
In your side as you lose your breath,
You can't catch it;
It's gone, but that silly smirk,
Lingers on your face;
She can't help herself,
Eyes wandering;
Searching around,
She locks on to you;
A guided missile,
And you burst;
Like a water balloon,
Thrust into space;
Clearing your head of worries,
Like she took you for a walk;
But you're still here,
Never went far;
She was always near,
A breathtaking muse;
A jubilee of laughter...
(05/31/2010)
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