Two Sides Of A Smile

Is she truly the one? Or is her smile only a reflection of the treasure hidden in her chest? She sends signals — messages of a mixed kind. Maybe it is what I need, even if only for a moment. Let me bask in the warmth of her smile. Let me write epistles, let me hallucinate, at least I might find peace for that while. Before the tides switch, and as always, I am left alone.