Her Smile

There was an innocence in her eyes That seemed to illuminate from within That innocence possessed a beauty A beauty hidden from mortal eyes I know she's aware of it She uses it on poor fools like me Fools who cast their theories On how to dance with her mind Her smile drives me wild Wild like snow leopards in winter I want to taste that precious smile And make it grow wider on her face Her face of untouched tanned snow Uncorrupted by the pollution of society Who knew beauty could be a weapon A weapon designed to soften a man Into the submission of her stare Held in the shackles of her deep, dark eyes