You, Smiling

A choicer thought I never knew
Than the thought of you, smiling.
And as I walk through the morning dew
And see the doves flying,
My eyes are filled with wonder
Not for the birds as they dart
From tree to tree,
Or for the flowers whose litany
Of color is sung with rapture
By the rays of the rising sun,
Nor for the boundless expanse my eyes behold,
But for the thought of you, my love, smiling.
And should I grow wings and soar
On the easterly breeze,
Or a giant pearl fall from my mouth,
Still my wonder would remain for the thought of you,
And you alone, smiling.
And should I hear the rapture of the gods
And die a thousand times over
To be reborn and made holier with each new life,
Still my wonder would be for the thought of you
And you alone, smiling.
And should we dance upon this field
To the song of the rapturous sun,
Then all thought would cease to be
And I'd be filled with the wonder
Of you smiling at me.