Foreign Smile Poem by Jay Garmino

A breeze windy flower fields,
Down the valley of foreign land,
From the European coast ilse
I see beauty of Corinthian posts.

Randomly filtered this sight of faces
I found a treasure where Peter pan lives
I gazed it closely by
like a water drops in my ear.
This rarely beauty of smile,
I'll lay down that field and watch over.

Oh! what Wallace princess you can be,
for I will go to Scotland greens,
And steal this precious beauty,
To here where east side I dogged up and found
that treasure of smile...

A Smile from a woman of Happiness!