The Sun in Winter

Your smile,
not the one in pictures,
but the one I see early in the morning
before life has begun to work on us
and there are people to impress
and work to do.
Your smile
still melts me
despite the years.
Like the sun in winter
it changes everything.

About this poem

The woman I love has this smile….

You never get used to such things. And you never want to.

Tom