A Thing of Beauty
It’s the smile you send my way
That sparkles sunrays on my face
It’s the surprise of confetti in your eyes
Happy tears and kryptonite goodbyes
It’s the reflection of future recollections
That tenders down all toughened actions
And the tedious tapping of fingertips
On level surfaces or kissing lips
It’s the execution of the gentlest gestures
Like leaving lilies in my hair — everywhere
It’s wondering and wandering stares that see in me
These thoughts of you — a thing of beauty