A smiling female face
imparts grace
like a sky full of sunshine,
like wine.
Her lithe form is a song
walking along,
her eyes brim with a jewel-light
shining bright.
But when her fair face
is cast down,
when her lovely lips form
a furious frown -
when raindrops fall
from those overcast eyes,
the grey clouds overwhelm
my own skies.
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