Her Laugh Poem by White Knight
Her Laugh
The sound of her voice brightens my eyes
and elevates the corners of my mouth
We talk about this, about that
about nothing at all
and yet I hang on her every word
every syllable that passes from her lips
I sit spellbound by the lilt in her voice
then she laughs,
a full, completely happy laugh
and I am lifted higher
Her laughter is the sweetest music
and my heart dances each time I hear it.
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4/25/2024 2:58:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this poem very much. You say many lovely things in a few well-crafted lines. You've painted nice images with your words and I like your use of metaphor. Very nice indeed.10