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  • YOUR SMILE


    Your smile: A caring, motherly hand that holds an orphaned child, cradles him in its arms, cradling him in its arms. Your smile: angelic protective salvation, prayer for the fallen, beautiful pearl-house, window wide open, through which I can look a little more boldly in your living-unselfish giving conscience.

    Your smile: a fascinating, priceless treasure, which, as responsible, parent-glory, sunshine, almost ceaselessly shines through me. A sure, faithful protection to keep me safe from malicious intrigue. Thy smile, a sacred gift, an immortal grace, In which I may place my vulnerable shipwrecked soul, with surrender, with confidence. A gift of events that cheers my pessimistic mood day after day.

    Like a witnessing, blessed mirror, in which every fallible one may take the values of kindly, noble goodness while he acknowledges his penitent sins with responsibility. Or the budding, budding garden of Eden, which cherishes and unites our Adam and Eve costume. Thy smile, in my wretched, wretched life, is the port-avenue that ever shall be found.

    When thou art by my side, perhaps no longer my solid rocky shores may be besieged so boldly by hyena-eyed, howling winds, by ball-righted, lightning deities: thou art a salutary, nourishing comfort, wherein even the trembling infant would gladly stretch his chubby fingers towards thee. Thy being is an outstretched wing, that both protects and shelters from earthly woes.

    Thy smile is at once a bright twin star, and a creative will, in which all is exalted to the truer, the truer, and the nobler, the better, self-willed and yet interrogating. And as a ceaseless devotion, which must be guarded with fear and frailty, lest the multitudes of the Galadian camps usurp thy joy of the All. The concentrated immortality of solemn moments, which in the purple-heart of each one beats and beats. I beseech thee, in my finer and fouler moments, be ever by my side.

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