The smile from just memories of him is indescribable, it’s like no other.
It makes me want to paint a picture,
To pick up a pen and write poetries and prose on it, in an attempt to try and capture it, hold it, stop it escaping.
It’s the type of smile that radiates from the inside, expanding like light and surfaces on the outside, uncontainable.
The outer smile does it no justice for it is only a mere glimpse of it’s true beauty.
That is reason I want to be with him.
For it is only in his presence do I smile like that.
For it is only in his presence will I ever smile that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem