So Much the Better
It would be so much better, I think,
If you would not smile so.
Perhaps then my heart would not sink
Or float at the tiniest show
Of dimple or flash of your teeth--
My mind would not be made to wander
To things once I thought to be beneath
Me. Perhaps then I could ponder
At my leisure why I feel this way--
As if the sun had just now risen
On the first blushing bloom of May;
Why I now feel a growing schism
Between my heart, mind and soul.
It would be so much better, I think,
To not feel this wayward pull,
This hopeless and all-consuming link
To you, so oblivious all the while,
To you, to you and your beautiful smile.