That beautiful face creased with a grin. Oh how I miss thee oh bountiful smile (yes I love Shakespeare). Shrouded by cotton, the mask that hides a million beams. I yearn for the eye cease paired with a lip lift, a teeth glint and merriment in the pupils. I long to see a whole face with all its nooks and crannies. Cheeks I can see turn into apples with mirth. A cheek, a brow I can caress softly, if it is allowed. Those lips I could kiss, if I would choose and it welcomed. Oh if they were not so abruptly hidden from my view. The proud chin and noble nose swaddled from a worlds welcoming horizon.
The smile is what I yearn to see,
Encouraging heart ache and angst to flee.
A crinkle of nose, a crease of lip,
Can make my cold heart flip.
The lightness of the face,
When the teeth are given space .
To grin at you with such cheer,
Oh that sweet smile, how I miss you dear.