I smile for my days to be
long,
with a lingering lasting longlive love seed,
sown in me, long ago,
and now grown and strong,
with firm roots and stems,
sweet fruits and more seeds.
That makes fiends now begrudge me,
my possessions bubble in more consternation,
and frustration in them,
knowing not the've lost connections.
The euphoria is repeated in me,
when i see myself being loved,
like an arrow in the hand of a warrior,
then in me i feel like nothing is ever exthinguished,
like an erractic wood, burning without breaking to coal,
like i have never experience sadness,
my huge happy heart rejoice triumphantly,
i care to know, that's why i am known,
and my smile help amid that.
More friends; more life
most in power; feels better for me,
though i never rely on them,
i live my life to the fullest.
Just a glance is okay,
rather than gazzing intently,
into my beatific beamy face,
with my most enchanting smile on,
then you will know why i smile.
Micheal Olaniyi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-i-smiles/
