Listen to Smile Lines by Richard Charles Stevens (Feel The Love Suite)
Listen to Feel The Love by Rudimental ft. John Newman
Silence speaks a thousand words
Provided I can hear the birds
Provided I can taste the rain
Trace it down my window pane
Feel as though I’m seen by just one soul for what I am
A gentle man with gentle hands that tremble not by happenstance
.
Search inside these gentle eyes
And memorise this smile of mine
Remember why
It idolises
Knows not how to wear disguises
There can be no fairer prize
Than one true smile
That never dies
And thus I wear this smile of mine
With never-ending enterprise
.
This smile of mine
Is genuine
I wear it with a sense of pride
My every heartbeat
Sensualised
By sensing where adventure lies
.
This smile of mine
It shines divine
No blinded eyes
Dividing lines
Hereby defined
As quite benign
It’s yours of course
But then it’s mine
.
This smile of mine
It empathises
Knows when best to recognise
The need then to identify
A suchlike smile denied
Hide and seek
Then leads to peeking
Timely as worn floorboards creaking
Getting warm
With each smile fleeting
Heading north
With south defeated
Edging forth
To find it
Keep it
Live it
Breathe it
Sow it
Reap it
Only takes one smile to mean it
Only takes one more to breed it
Open up our pores and bleed it
.
Every heartbeat sensualised
By sensing where adventure lies
And venturing
With smile
To some place scenic
.
This smile of mine
Is genuine
I wear it with a sense of pride
My every heartbeat
Sensualised
By sensing where adventure lies
.
This smile of mine
It shines divine
No blinded eyes
Dividing lines
Hereby defined
As quite benign
It’s yours of course
But then it’s mine
.
Mesmerising skies
It rises
Energising stars delighting
Luminescent light
So bright
It heightens
Deepens
Lengthens
Widens
.
Heightens
Deepens
Lengthens
Widens
.
Heightens
Deepens
Lengthens
Widens
.
Heightens
Deepens
Lengthens
Widens
.
This smile of mine
Is genuine
I wear it with a sense of pride
My every heartbeat
Sensualised
By sensing where adventure lies
.
Paints all kinds of fresh horizons
Leisurely each sense enlivens
Sensing where adventure lies
My every heartbeat sensualises
.
This smile of mine
Is bona fide
I wear it with a sense of pride
My every heartbeat
Sensualised
By sensing where adventure lies
.
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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