To A Smile Filled Beauty.

There is a little story behind this poem. After a long drive back home then a long sleep on a dusty mattress really messed my sinus badly. With that pain I went out to buy some groceries and meds. Then I thought I will get a tea from Starbucks and walked in there. I saw this stunningly beautiful girl standing right in front of me..Honestly, my friends and family, I really looked at her, you know what I mean when I said, looked. Hehehe…. This girl is about six foot tall and every guy even walking across the street is drooling after seeing her. Some guys I believe were cursing their pretty wives too. I stood there and I can see the guy in the Starbucks is waiting for her to go to him and he is all set to make her whatever she wants. Suddenly she turned to the side to look at a set of cups sitting beside us and there she saw me. First she didn’t notice me at all. After all who is going to look at a guy who is 42 years old, bulky around the waist, short and haven’t shaven for 3 days with grey hair even popping out of my nose? She took the cup moved a bit and turned around and asked me “You a real poet?” contrary to even my own belief I took couple of steps back because this girl got the most weird Eastern European accent I’ve ever heard.

I frowned and took a look up and said “I published a book in 2006, I hope that makes me a real poet”. 

She smiled and asked “Why not write a poem about me? I will buy you coffee..”

I can see at least 4 guys around and maybe couple of lesbians too looking at me and from their looks I can tell what is in their minds “Write it lucky bastard or we are going to nail you to the cold bench outside.”

I am no easy jack ass to get and it is not easy for me to write a poem with a lot of people around. I took a deep breath and told her “I don’t write poetry for coffee, promise you will hold my hand when I write with the other hand and I will write.”  

My best guess was she is going to say no. But she told “Sure I hold your hand on my chest.”  Now I know I am in trouble, I bought my tea and she paid for it. She then took my hand and we both walked to the table where she sat right beside me and there were like six people around watching what I am about to write. I took my journal from the bag and wrote the following poem. By the time I finished, all the folks reading the poem applauded. Well that was the first time I wrote a poem in the presence of anyone else. When I walked out of that Starbucks I didn’t took a look back at that beauty because from a little kiss she gave me I know I gave her something she will remember forever and I don’t think there is anything more she can offer.

   One request she denied though, to take a picture of her and add it to the post. She is from Hungary, she will leave from O’hare tomorrow. Maybe after reaching her homeland she may change her mind and email me her picture, if so I will add it to this. I am not sure about it though.

 Here is the poem I wrote in exactly 12 minutes with a smile filled beauty holding my right hand when I wrote this poem with my left hand..

To A Smile Filled Beauty.

The fallen leaves of fall are gone,
The winds brought heavier cold,
Your face in my mind warmth filled,
So did the love of mine for you in my soul.

Through different paths of life you and I pass,
In different parts of world we live,
Yet, forever your smile I will remember,
Forever your smiles will beautify my life.

Like the golden chariots of the evening sun,
You eyes spread the charms of love,
In the light from those eyes reflects,
Filled are the new definitions of love mankind unheard,

All my passion, all my compassion for you I will give,
All my expression of happiness and love I will fill,
With prettiness upon your face I see,
And every bit of sadness in your prettiness will dissolve.

So smile Oh’ my dear in the celebration of life,
Smile to fill the world with charms of love,
Every prayer of mine makes me a better poet,
As every prayer for your love I dedicate.
 

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