Behind My Smile Poem by Gideon Eze

Behind my smile
Lies an empty canvas
Ought to be filled
Before the fall of night.
When it breaks forth, for you,
You who claim strange or foreign;
Or you who claim me stranger or local,
Know that it has capture your rubicund life.
And whether you friend or stranger me
Is out of the business
For I shall paint you in the dark of the night.
I needy sweet artist
shall brush the angles and curves of your life
And apply with the abundance of paint,
The colours of the flowers and lilies,
Then, the mirrors will be clear to glint and admit your charm.
That night, henceforth and forever, shall we be friends.