The Smile
She looks up at me with eyes that are half closed
and showing on her face is that Gene Tierney smile!
She smiles, unbound pleasure yet she so composed.
Her lips parted, teath showing,  happy, pleased, without guile.

What joy she gives me with THAT  special little smile,
for I do Know that in some small way Ive earned her favor. 
Sometimes the very smiplest acts indeed make life worthwhile.
I finding myself  drawn so very deep into  her intense fervor.

Oh my, I  know I will need to see  her Tierney smile soon.
Because she deserve to have the feeling that make it bright.
And  because . its vey true,  to  her charms Im not immune!
Smile just for  me again very soon dear, for I long for the sight.