in my heart

i do but dwell

upon thy smile

and the way that

mortal breath catches short

in my throat

upon its slightest appearance

the sun doth break

through the clouds

the moment

thy soul is joyful

and all the world

cannot help but

be joyful with thee

as thou showest

the pristine attitude

of thy heart

with tender smiling

all creation must love thee!

©2015 ~ Marina Phillips