The Aesthete Smile of Love

So I don’t do this often, you know. I write poetry, becuase it makes sense to me but I found something which I couldn’t describe in any other way.

Let me tell you, everybody smiles (also, everybody wants to rule the world, but that’s a different story.), okay, so everybody smiles, and I don’t know how to decribe this, but some smiles are pure poetry. You know? There are people in this world who, when they smile, is beautiful and poetic all and of itself. It’s like how John Green aptly stated:

“That smile could end wars and cure cancer.”

-and theirs could. You may not know who I’m talking about, but you know what I’m talking about. When I saw them smile, I thought to myself, I would do anything to see that smile for the rest of my life. For it was fleeting yet never ending in its infinity.

I never acutally believed in all this, in the cliché I just stated. Those which make immortal fools out of love, and darkned souls out of hurt. However, when I saw their smile, all of that went out of the window, and for a moment, all the clichés made sense, just as poetry always does, and I was just another immortal fool.

So perhaps that is love, it its simplest yet ever deepening form.