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