No butterfly whose frugal fare <br />Is breath of heliotrope and clove, <br />And other trifles light as air, <br />Could live on less than doth my love. <br /> <br />That childlike smile that comes and goes <br />About your gracious lips and eyes, <br />Hath all the sweetness of the rose, <br />Which feeds the freckled butterflies. <br /> <br />I feed my love on smiles, and yet <br />Sometimes I ask, with tears of woe, <br />How had it been if we had met, <br />If you had met me long ago, <br /> <br />Before the fast, defacing years <br />Had made all ill that once was well? <br />Ah, then your smiling breeds such tears <br />As Tantalus may weep in hell.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-a-smile/
