If only all that’s right with the world could have a single appearance.
That single appearance would be the whiteness of her smile, roundness of the cheeks on her face, ebony of her skin and the depth in her eyes.
The once in a lifetime walking essence of a God-smile,
As beautiful as a rare butterfly, something you hope to hold in your hands; fearful of crushing, expecting to fly away but hoping that day never comes.
She is as close to everything I hoped to have, but hardly what I deserve,
expecting to fly from me when she too realized my unworthiness of her.
And yet, still hope, that If one day all the right in the world
Could be what’s right with me, in this world.