I could swim in those pensive pools of blue,
for infinite amounts of time, and never tire.
I stare into the clear water, and I see my reflection:
a bold curl of a smile, desperate to boast its pride to the world.

Looking into your eyes.

I could trace my hands over your lips, which are as soft
as fresh grass covered with petals,
Continually,
and never become bored.
A rich garden of beauty to explore.

The wind stirs, uplifted,  and I feel the petals and grass sway,
in the shape of a secret smile

I can feel you smiling.