You smile, I smile
Rhyme thought 'fore was a lie;
Cheeks red as the red red rose
Cringe never felt goes
Corner of that lips
Reached the pair of ears;
That denim you wore
Again, you and your brother have both
I'll never look away, I swore
That smile, those lips, that denim, those cheeks
The view I long for
Witnessed at Christmas Eve
YOU ARE READING
You
PoetryYou turn him into poetry because you can't have him in any other way (Leav, 2019).
