I wonder what is it that made her smile,
made her close those pretty eyes to the world.
Was it a lovely thought? Or maybe a person?
was it a past memory? Or the one in making?
Its a smile that evoked a smile, from the ones looking.
It wasn't a smile that expected a smile back.
Its was something personal, I'm sure
It never was for You or I, but yet I hoped if it were.
I wonder if she'd remember, Or if I'd ever hear,
Of that finite moment, when it all came together.
But then again, would you really want to know? I wouldn't.
I would just let the moment be, not alter it to reality,
to each his own vision of beauty, quirks of heavens.
I'd look at her picture, smile back,
and let the gods of happiness balance it out,
for it symbolizes hope, in some lives of ours.
made her close those pretty eyes to the world.
Was it a lovely thought? Or maybe a person?
was it a past memory? Or the one in making?
Its a smile that evoked a smile, from the ones looking.
It wasn't a smile that expected a smile back.
Its was something personal, I'm sure
It never was for You or I, but yet I hoped if it were.
I wonder if she'd remember, Or if I'd ever hear,
Of that finite moment, when it all came together.
But then again, would you really want to know? I wouldn't.
I would just let the moment be, not alter it to reality,
to each his own vision of beauty, quirks of heavens.
I'd look at her picture, smile back,
and let the gods of happiness balance it out,
for it symbolizes hope, in some lives of ours.