A Dedication To Marsaila
THE PERFECT SMILE
Where is the dance as the butterfly flies?
Where is this place we call Paradise?
Where is the Rainbow that sits in the skies?
..With that Pot of Gold, the ultimate prize.
Give me a rose, in full bloom, that cries
Give me a ‘truth’, not covered in lies
Give me a heart, with rhythm precise
That beats with a passion, the largest in size.
Show me the twinkle in those weeping eyes
Show me the smile, that’s never a guise
Show me the skin, that’s smoother than ice
O’ point to the face where such beauty lies.
Where are such wonders: the lows and the highs?
Give me a clue, just one will suffice
Show me the smile, to quell all my ’sighs’
..Well, here is Marsaila: A Gift to the Wise.
The Fg 81.5.8
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