Smile In Your Eyes Poem by Harry Radcliffe

If I had the power at my command,
I would carve you a snowflake in the palm of my hand.
I would craft you a bed out of warm desert sands.
But there is no way to show my devotion
Unless I weave you a dress from the tides of the ocean.

And by making these things my love would take form,
And I would give you a diamond from the ice of a storm.
And if I could forge you a mountain, raise it up from the ground,
Just by raising my arm, without making a sound.
Then from that day, would brush upon your cheeks:
A white-gold earring, from its snow-capped peaks.

But even if I made these of land and sea,
You would be just as beautiful without me.
Because when I look up at the night sky,
Not a star holds a candle to the glint in your eye.
And when I look at the sunrise, and the night is exiled,
There is no such beauty as the last time you smiled.