The Innocent Smile (Vol.2) Poem by Az' Versifier

Standing alone in a crowdy mob,
Near to my breathe or hearten rob',
Feelings afflicted by affection of affix,
Hapless hankering through a sob.

Bereft of soul, lost in her chicness,
Blended in other world of barred weakness,
Staring her from eyes to lips,
Looking with zest in her beauty's zenithness.

After a decade! She gave me drug,
Baring to me with her smile's hug,
But alas only for a short snap,
Resorting with airy shock for a lap.

Zealed me for advancing to her,
To my love's crown adding a fur,
Neither explained nor barded,
The hearting glad what she darted.

Yet, lost in waiting of her captivating smile,
Which could heal all my grief's pile.