Your smile

Your smile is in the morning like a lovely lily
floating on the surface of a feeling,
so shy and full of ancient mystery
but scarcely open, she's oh so promising.


Your smile before the noon is like the flowering
and so excessive that I'm a drowning fly,
in your laughter there's no withholding,
in your sense of beauty there's no shy.


Your smile is in the evening light, but wise
with little wrinkles around the mouth
showing all we had, there's no price
for happiness, with you I'm real and proud.