Once in a while, there comes a smile, the kind that songs are sung of.
More seldom still, a lucky man will, have the chance to happen upon one.
But rare exceeding,  the unexpected meeting, gives him
A turn to spend,
A blessed while, to be near that smile, and kiss it with will unbent.
Reluctant, i dare, to tell you how fair,
The weaver of luck's been to me,
For I am the one, to whom the weaver has spun, that radiant smile willingly.
A smile that no mountain, no matter its size, could remain unmoved with affection,
For the fairest of kissers, the world has delivered, and the ravishing face it is on.
An angel once asked, as i whistled past, "What joy in this world have you found?"
Rent from my trance, I spoke at a glance, and said "in a smile I'm given graces unbound".
The angel said "Hark, exists not, such a spark, to render mortal man thus afflicted."
But i smiled and i waved and trod merrily away, to again meet the smile that I craved.
So entreat you i must, to your search i entrust, you find such a treasure as I!
For the smile on the face,  of my sweetheart makes, the sufferings of life worthwhile!