The Corners of My Heart

The Corners Of My Heart I had to make a picture for my love. Not for a locket or a fixture , but for Her memory of me , so we could remember we. The thing was not contrived or planned A man he grabbed His laptop and His camera. I did NOT remove my hat. It was the thing most proud of. The first thing that my babay did , was tell me I should have flipped my lid. Next time take off the hat , the hair is mostly where I need to see. Go figure that. It must be a woman thing, my friend pointed out to me , My hat , said I , was what I wanted HER to see , a man thing , I slyly added. Next picture will be me , of course, without the thing. But listen , here is where the love comes in to this poem. I begin to smile. I tried to smile at the camera. But the muscles in my Jaw , just would NOT let that happen. Not at all. I felt the smile begin it was in the corners of my heart. and somehow not even planned , it made it to my eyes, and then , my babay shined. It had started in my heart and then came out up to my face, and then the smile was in my eyes.