Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Success is but a definable thing,
but Oh it seems to grow the greatest wings.

Some call it a million
in gems and gold,
Some define it with
the empire he holds.

Sone just seek a simple life,
A son,
A daughter,
A loving wife.

I sat and thought,
about the life I've got,
What makes me happy?
What defines my story?

A little bit,
from everyone I meet,
the wider the smile,
it gets lighter, every mile.

Let it come with truth,
Let it come from heart,
My success, and hopes,
is just,
your little smile.

- I want to make you smile, Jonathan

a leaf fell on 11:47 pm

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