He’s Always Thinking of Her Smile

He’s always thinking of her smile

Her laughter and her amazing personality

The way others seem to suddenly appear

As if she had the power of enchantment

Just to be near her and listen

She doesn’t even realize the building crowds

Each watching her for different reasons

But fully enraptured by her everything

Standing in the shadows, he simply watches

Eager voices waiting their chance to speak

The myriad of questions and their complexities

Never wavering, never slowing, always smiling

In turn she gives each response

He watches her eyes sparking in the fading sunlight

Her lips and the glow of her cheeks

Long hair, flowing endlessly in the breeze

Absolutely stunning in every respect

Yet this too, she seems oblivious to

The faces of younger men give thoughts away

Her smiles have become their smiles

Her beauty radiates and permeates the group

Warmth, comfort, and a feeling of peace

Each one shall leave here with those gifts

Freely shared without complete understanding

He’s watched her for more years than measured

Watched as she gives, gives, and gives some more

Never once has she spoken of payment

Some come to feed upon her energies

Endless and from a source still unknown

Yet there she stands, grounded and levelled

Generous to a fault, never afraid of letting go

He cannot spare a moment to avert his gaze

Wishing for every space to be complete

Every moment filled with her completeness

So many hugs, so many lengthy embraces

Their desire to bond with her, fascinates him

Craving more than just her silky words

Her amazing ability to foster confidence

He watches their faces; feels their emotions

As if she had just cleansed their very souls

Emotions release, tears often flowing

Angelic divinity caressing their auras

Their chakras illuminated with human vitality

And he continues to be amazed at her poise

Each moment of total immersion

Complete spiritual and physical balance

And yet to her, just another day in her life

Nothing more than being herself

Touching the world one hug at a time

Reminding us all that every life has meaning

Every second counts for something

That sharing and caring amount to something

Something that builds and grows

Spreading out like the morning sunrise

Warming, comforting, and healing

He’s always thinking of her smile

And how lucky he is, that she chose him…

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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