The smile to the man from which you once knew
Were his most reliable boots in a winter without shoes

The flush of her cheeks when the smile would size
Drained  the man from his troubles during the moments of rise

The smile that stayed in the heart of the man
Who would surely take bullets before a thought to aband

The smile that bandaged every burn and every cut
was like the man's first sign of spring through a window he couldn't shut

The smile that the man sure knew would change his life
That he no long wanted as just a smile but belonged to his wife

Was neither real or a smile but a sinister grin

For the boots fell apart upon than mans first walk
For the rise's hidden peak turned to a never ending drop
For the bullet that pierced him came through his back
For the bandage which covered his wounds was laced with salt
For the first sign of spring was really an eye to a never ending blizzard
And the one who left with his smile was nothing but ***** and a ****

And I may never know love again because of you, thanks