A Stolen Smile

The best smile you’ve ever seen,
So big and bright and golden,
Was so powerful at that time,
That nothing had seemed more solemn.

The eyes glinted with that certain spark,
And warmth drenched all receivers.
The sun smiled with it warmly,
And gave willing to the happy weaver.

Which makes it all so dastardly
That suddenly the sun sets.
It rises through its demises,
But it still doesn’t seem fair quite yet.

It warms, but feigns,
Lies of remains,
And shadows are so lonely.

“Stay today?”
Then
Fade away.
And again it is undone.