Liebchen 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. Lynette Yorgey