Oh, that life is made much less
without your sweet-born smile.
And so, my life, a travesty
when not within your proximity.
Let us hunker down awhile, my Love,
and spend our time nose-to-nose;
no bitter rose will raise a thorn,
and longer still, we, nose-to-nose,
to shut out the din of the world.
Oh, that life can be made sweeter, still,
when your sweet-born smile is near;
and nothing dearer for my heart
to be found within all the realms of earth.
Enlivened, gladdened
within your fragrant-sweet smile.
Nose-to-nose, and ever so
how much I love the tickle of you.