Probably not as enigmatic as the lady da Vinci venerated,
There's this special lady who makes me feel
Like a million dollars,for when she laughs,
There is this complete transformation,
As when a flower of the kitchen garden opens up,
Its beautiful petals revealing to the world
Its hidden appeal and loveliness.
Or it's like the sweet dew of Dawn ,
Before its transformation,it trembles
In resplendent delight then evaporates,
Touched by sun's timorous rays.
If she smiled or laughed more often,
She would become a beacon of sorts
To ease the pain and tension
That bedevils us,for a smile
Has more power than even pills.
When this lady's smile touches you,
It is no specious or trite thing,
Not a fallacious smile that stares back
From the cover of Vogue magazine,
But it can expunge the negatives.
Yes,there is a rainbow after the rainstorm,
And does not the gaeity of spring ,
Become the lysis of wintry's scowl?
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