Touch of Smile

In paths along with joy,
Happiness fall onto the wander,
Brightly across shown that comes and done,
Treasure within yet possesses by.

Fires of cannon roared has,
Roars of terror fill,
Yet kills all in its power,
Was a touch forgot never.

Love of its know kindness,
Melt in all where Heart fills,
Burn never in the coldness of dark,
Yet truly the origin of its.

by Jack Ho