Her Smile And Mine

When wifey smiles with joy I look

     Into her hazel eyes;

Tho’ long we’re wed, her smile I brook

     An earthly paradise.

When wifey smiles her cherry lips;

     My foolish heart beguiles;

And would I were the bee that sips –

     When wifey smiles.

But when I smile how different!

     Her eyes with anger blaze;

The way she penetrates my soul,

     Minds me of cathode rays.

For when I smile ‘tis deep and strong,

     And words will not beguile;

And storms are apt to come along,

     Whene’er I smile.

April 27, 1896

B. Courier, November 15,

      ‘96