Angels wish that they had her smile,
So they could inspire the words
Heard coming from the heart that spurred
Lovely forms of poetic style.
Each angel would stay for a while,
Yielding their heavens to the birds,
Waiting for a chance to be stirred
Instantly, with poetic files.
Left to right her smile moved this pen;
Left to right her smile wrote these rhymes,
Inciting both angels and men.
Angels, until the end of time,
Must remain content with their grins,
Since stealing hers would be a crime.