On meeting you and seeing you,
A spark of light burning bright,
Eyes dancing with the rays,
Could this be genuine joy?

Something in the smile.
Something in the squint.
As if a secret tickled thoughts,
Cherished but shining out.

What dull finish could resist?
What monotony wouldn’t fade?
A force and power found,
In the magic aura of that face.

To those you meet, a gift,
Remembered with a sigh.
Guarding the source of the grin,
May you twinkle on in life.

Few candles can compare,
Burning, flickering, illuminating,
Drawing in, filled, and flinging out,
May you never let it fade.