A Smile like a Segment of Orange

A smile like a segment of orange

Eyes of citrus

That's how lemon-headed

She could be.

                                                                           

But she could make me laugh

Like a clown

Like a cracker

She could make me laugh

But she never did smile at her own jokes

She was too prim, she said

                                                                            

She could make me cry

Salty, wet tears

Like a drama writer

Or a romance novelist

But she never shed a tear of her own

She was too proud, she said

                                                                                 

She could make me sing

Just because the joy I felt

Was wordless

But she couldn't raise her voice

Even give a happy shout

She was too reserved, she said

                                                                                      

A smile like a segment of orange.

Eyes of citrus.

That was how lemon-headed she could be.

The End

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