Oh and this is a poem I wrote forever ago called When You Smile. It goes like this…

You’re pretty when you smile,

Or handsome, beautiful,

Gorgeous or we’ll just say pretty.

You’re pretty when you smile.

When you look into the sun,

Or the wind blows your hair,

When you smile,

When your eyes get big,

Or squint just to see,

You look happy when you smile,

You’re pretty when you smile.

I’d take a picture,

Frame it for my desk,

Stick it in my wallet,

I’d take you everywhere with me.

I’d carry you in my iPhone,

And I’d show you off.

I’d look at you and smile,

You’re pretty when you smile.

There’s something to make me happy,

Oh something to make me glad.

Every time I picture you,

You’re so pretty when you smile,

Handsome, maybe beautiful,

Whatever you are, it’s when you smile.

So maybe I’m foolish,

Unwise, perhaps.

But every time you smile at me,

I wonder if you see something I can’t.

Maybe you’re thinking,

I’m pretty when you smile.