When I see the way you smile, dear heart,
together here and all alone,
those emerald eyes transport me to the start,
when you first were mine, I was your own.

When I see the way you smile, my friend,
that look you save for only me,
I want to walk you down the aisle again;
when my ties to you became my liberty.

What if you had never challenged me that day?
Never boldly called me out?
I might be nothing but a wannabe in play;
still parched and thirsting through a lover’s drought.

When I see the way you smile, dear heart,
together here and all alone,
those emerald eyes transport me to the start,
when you first were mine, I was your own.

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Copyright 2025 M. Ryan Taylor

Note: For Dixie.

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