AN: Hark! What is this? A poem? Why yes it is. Jibbs to be precise and set nicely back in the day. Enjoy. :)

"The Light of His Smile"

His smile,

So rare.

His power to beguile,

Always, almost, there.

Shocking white,

Against a tempo of tawny tan.

It teases every day.

A smirk,

So close to her desire.

She needs to work,

If she wants him to Cheshire.

He doesn't know.

That makes it more fun.

The game is in her head.

He makes a worthy opponent,

Even if he's been misled.

It's a battle every day,

To see her favorite thing.

His eyes twinkling

The color of a summer sky

Framed in well-earned lines.

His mouth upturned

Teeth sparkling

His laugh evident on his face.

Happy.

That is how he should always be.

Even though he'd call her sappy,

It's what she longs to see.

AN: Not my usual, but I like it. This was written for part three of the Write the Wrong challenge. Please leave a review and tell me if you want more poetry.