The colors that are lost to time Are found in her undying smile The iris that looks back at me Finds justice in her abstract style She pauses, and is coy at heart Swans covet her flawless grace Then her lips begin to part And says one word I can almost taste She says my name and I melt My memories pass is a reel I don't have the years under my belt To express the way that I feel But I know it is worthwhile Because simply, I made her smile