There’s sunshine wrapped in every curve,
A light the clouds could never swerve.
It rises soft, then bursts with grace—
A dawn that lives upon your face.
No artist’s brush, no poet’s line,
Could trace the warmth your lips define.
It speaks in silence, pure and true,
A thousand words in shades of you.
It lifts the air, it calms the day,
It melts the bitter thoughts away.
Like springtime blooms in coldest miles—
The world is healed by just your smile.
Not made of jewels, nor gold’s allure,
But something brighter, deep and pure.
A quiet strength, a gentle style—
The universe within your smile.
So smile, and let the stars align—
For beauty bows when your lips shine.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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Great poem, Brenda! 🌞😊