A spark of light in the darkness that is my life;
a resonance of warmth that my soul can only attempt to illustrate using words.
The cause to conclude that happiness exists beyond illusion
revealed itself to me as swift joy personified across mans face.

The naked eye now convicted it had clearly deciphered
that the rise of the cheeks was seemingly encouraged by genuine emotion.  
Those crescent moon-shaped lips that caused my reality to doubt perception:
the Plague in my dreams which my consciousness envies.

Witnessed once and never again – but my soul still melts at a memory which is as vague as the figment that is my childhood.
A pseudo-consolidation of the truth of my imagination
breeds a reminiscence of the parallel between life and love.
The gift of happiness, though only for a while,
oh dear stranger, thank you for your smile.