Heaven would be sinned if I spoke of your smile,
The one that pulls you from trenches and throws you to meadows,
Makes the wind lush against your skin,
Like the world couldn’t help but bask in your grin.

It’s the kind of magic that could unravel the stars,
Yet bind you to this earth with a quiet, lingering grace.
I carry it now, in the spaces between each breath,
A warmth that could melt the coldest of nights,
A light I’ll keep, even when the world fades away.