S m i l e

Autumn like fall,
The beauty at the ball.
She is one who cares.
But claims her despair.
Thinks she’s bad,
It makes me sad.
In reality she’s great,
Yet she denies her fate.
A wonderful man,
Will take her hand.
One way or another,
And she will recover.
As of now,
She furrows her brow.
Resisting a smile.
But give it awhile.
From ear to ear,
I bet she sneers.
Giving way to a grin,
I think I win again :D