Your smile spreads across your face like a butterfly,
And glistens like sunlight reflecting fleeting white flashes
Off of rippling blue waves.  Only,
Your smile does not give the peace of vast emptiness
That comes from the beam of nature, alone.
Instead, it awakens a passion from numbness that

It is real, not just in some novels or the movies,

For us--Oh, how I hoped it was real!
I dreamed the monarch you showed me was intrinsically for me.
My blind heart, overflowing, pled to know you-
What your smile was for and how to make it flutter
Again and again, and you, too, would've seen mine for its essence,
Understanding that one was special, secure, reserved for you.