Wayward Smile

Her wayward smile always ends,
My days upon a high,
She is the one that I befriend,
By looking in her eye,
She is a muse, and surely mends,
Angelic shattered dreams,
Her beauty is without contend,
Of course she is Christine.

Some live their lives for their own pride,
And some for only gold,
I live mine by my lovers side,
Whom I can touch and hold,
And never will our love subside,
Steadfast as we grow old,
Love is not for the cast asides,
But rather for the bold.

I'll leave today so I can find,
My evanescent queen,
And roam a world yet undefined,
As gentle as a dream,
And when our love is so combined,
With nothing in between,
I'll love her for the rest of time,
My only love, Christine.

by eochaid
posted on 10/31/2007