The structure of your jaw was realigned once you learned how to smile.
The Lord blessed you like the salt of the Earth - and you unfurled with time.
You, just like a desert rose that's weathered winter although suffused with brine,
can now smile like you mean it; your heart ensconced in prism lights.
You whet my curiosity with words that transcend space and time.
All your queries have no answers, but more questions - and that blows my mind.
I am accustomed to your smile, but even more, the way you fill this space with light.
Your beauty is not perfection--but the knowledge that we're all sublime.
Soft airs escape you, although you still wear the Summer's scent
and the Spring clings to you like supple, Morning's dew.
I pray I won't regret you; while I stray the paths you strew
the shadows your face felled and overthrew.
Your round patrician's nose and too-far-set eyes are a model of asymmetrical allure.
Like your tongue that moves so fast, you've affixed my brows with blank surprise;
your words licking like a flame treads gaseous paths.