I would walk the terrains,
I would walk a mile..
Just to catch a glimpse,
Of your moon kissed smile…
Like a reflection so beautiful,
On a river so still..
Like a patch of green,
On a snow top hill…
It’s a sight worthy of a portrait,
Like a picture worth a frame..
A smile so beautiful,
Beyond words, beyond fame…
Accompanying that madness,
That little wrinkle of the nose..
Prettier than the prettiest,
More innocent than a bud of rose…
Haven’t watched it make the sun set,
Yes, it’s been a while..
Oh what I wouldn’t give for a glance,
Of that familiar moon kissed smile…