You

The sun, millions of miles away,

At the speed of light, it spares no rest,

For in your smile, to cast its rays,

Upon your skin, where they are blessed.

Even the stars, proud and might,

Would gladly change their place,

No hesitation, up in the night,

To be your eyes, and light your face.

Your smile’s the curve, the sign of joy,

When it is gone, my world goes dark,

Even when coy, not fully shown,

It is, my dear, my favorite arc.