Your eyes border on the miraculous the way they resurrect my smile.

Beauty made love to your eyes and gave birth to my unborn smile.

I may be small but I'm a laughing mountain.

I keep planting my smile in the rich soil of your sadness, hoping one day love will bloom from your thoroughly saturated heart.

When she smiles, the lines in her face become epic narratives that trace the stories of generations that no book can replace.