The first thing you notice
Is her smile
It starts in the left corner of her mouth
And tweaks its way upwards
Slowly engaging the right corner
And eventually the rest of her face
Till her eyes are crinkled in the corners
The left almost out of existence.
Anyone with this smile
And the laugh that often follows
Could harbor no darkness.
If asked, she will tell you
That she loves her eyes best
For although they love to
Pledge their loyalty to her smile,
They also tell of the things she has seen
Which her smile seeks to hide.