She has a smile like Broadway
The kind that lights up the night
The kind deserving of a thousand songs
All to be sung before the mornings light
There are toasts and drinks to be had
All in an open celebration
That beauty she possesses is a rarity
So few and so far between
There should be plays and sonnets
Art gallery openings
And all those lavish soirees
I forget about the city not sleeping
I forget about the oceans and towns
The forests and the deserts
They are nothing but a wasted distraction
All I need is that Broadway smile
And the company of that girl
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem