Ah a smile

Like a galaxy

Of individual stars

Staring at me

Like the lights

Of Christmas trees

Twinkling behind ornaments

Like early sunrise

And harvest moons

Like that very

First crisp bite

Of a freshly

Picked autumn apple

Like those cheesy

Grins in old

Childhood photographs which

Now embarrass everyone

Like mirrors into

Your soul like

Whispers into ears

Just like you

Look at me