Smile

Instead of indulging
in the same old thing;
a tired cliche,
Shall I tell you about the sky?
About the fields of the
Milky Way
that I see
every time you catch my eye?

I could talk for hours
about the electricity
that races through me
when your shoulder brushes mine.

I might well spend the day
saying a million different things
a million different ways
without the right words
to eloquently express
how I really feel about your
smile.