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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Her smile is unfit, as it illuminates beyond the masses, a misfit in a world of hollow and half-hearted expressions, The connection to comeliness, its source, not here –in there, away from the world, but evident to all in it, It doesn’t fit; I don’t want it to, to make repulsive beauty to compel compatibility, not I Let this oddity rivaled by no other be with no other, Exposed for all its imperfections, her smile is faultless in its reflection, Wrought in purity, her smile is unfitting, this world has no place for it, unable to comprehend, it only tolerates it -though in her smile, I extol Her smile is not right, it’s wrong -it’s so wrong! In a world where good is bad, dishonesty is rewarded, and obnoxious behavior celebrated, Her smile is not harmonious, nor is it congruent in this, the space it finds itself So much for honesty and charm I guess, but her smile is laced with both, as it exudes outward in the form of facial light, Shining in a world hidden behind shaded lens, Though in my heart there’s connection, interpretation, processing, Her smile and my heart intertwine in a mesmeric negotiation, a tacit form of photosynthesis as her smile sustains and quickens the tempo of its beneficiary Her smile is tragic, a tragedy unseen since the demise of young love in Verona, A beautiful tragedy: a flower’s last bloom before death; the serenity in the eye of a deadly storm; life lost to save another; pure love given yet not returned -so tragic, Tragic, there is no pedestal high enough to place her smile on, So tragic, the sum of all the world’s beauty is soundly out match by her smile, Tragic, the smile I see, isn’t seen by all, So tragic, at best, this turned about world will only ever squint in its presence, Tragic, her smile is so unique; therefore one of a kind, meaning sadly no replica exists, So tragic, my angst at my heart’s inability to arrest her smile’s every beam of light, at best exhibits my selfishness, Tragic, my definition of you -I mean...her smile…counts for so very little Written in Afghanistan -28 JUL 2013
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