Warmth of Her Smile
By Gregg Inhofer

Like a gentle breeze she came to me and eased my troubled mind, when I was all alone. and like a child she was unaware of the power of her soul and the light that she had shown. But I don’t want to lose control and move too fast. I don’t wanna spend my days living in the past. I just want to live each day like it may be my last, basking in the warmth of her smile. This was not the way it was s’posed to be, in spite of all my plans, I thought I knew my way. I don’t believe I have to change a thing, the change is understood. Begin the brand new day. But I don’t want to lose control and move too fast. I don’t wanna spend my days living in the past. I just want to live each day like it may be my last, basking in the warmth of her smile. Dancing in the light of her eyes. I so unsure of myself (you ought to be) But I believe in myself (finally) My ship is in. I start to sense at least a ray of hope I’ve never felt before and oh it scares me so.......I begin to search for answers to the questions in my mind, on the art of letting go. But I don’t wanna lose control and move too fast. I don’t wanna to spend my days living in the past. I just want to live each day like it may be my last, basking in the warmth of her smile. Dancing in th light of her eyes.