Words Arose
From the one that the words arose
Comes a face that strikes a pose
Sadness in those eyes
Behind the glasses it tries to hide
But I know better
For sadness I do weather
But now as two becomes one
We will not be so blue under the sun
For of this I might ask
Which might be quite a task
Is a smile
On that cute profile
Copyright © Robert Shreve | Year Posted 2011
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