By ice rivers
Like most husbands, I am captivated and beguiled by the smile of my wife.
I'm not much of a smiler so she's got to do the work for two as we tango through life
I'd say she lights up the room wit her smile but I don't want to make her that vulnerable.
Her smile expalins one of the reasons why I'm a compulsive photographer.
When my camera is in my hand and I count 1..2..3... she hits me with that smile
And I'm amazed when the camera clicks because in my dreams the camera never clicks
The non-clicking camera is a sign that I'm dreaming as I can never get the image in my dream
So when the camera clicks and she is smling, I realize that this is not a dream
This is my waking life and for that moment everything is right and bright within it
I must have imagined it before we met or experienced it in my past lucky lives
And there are fleeting moments when I earn that smile without my camera
And those are the moments that we husbands dedicate our lives toward
And we fail more than we succeed but we keep trying in our stumbling way
To lassoo the moon and to give truth to the words of love that we say.