Smooth
©June 5th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Smooth is the silk that lies on her skin
Smooth is the skin of her face
Smooth is the glass that holds her songs in
While smoothly she smiles with grace
Smooth is the rain that slides down the pane
Smooth is the air that she breathes
Smooth is the moon that’s on the wane
Smooth are the cares that she sheathes.
Smooth is the talker who speaks her fair
Smooth is his winning smile
Smooth is the walker who walks her where
She followed for many a mile.
Smoother still are his loving words
Smooth as a gentle breeze
But smoothest yet are her songs unheard
Which wait for their release.
On wings of song as she smoothly glides
He’ll hear the voice of the skies
He’ll love with a love that won’t be denied
Stay true till the day she dies.
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