And the Dance Begins

I do, I miss that smile,
I miss you, my old friend.
When it comes down to it,
You sure were a special gem.

You held me to high standards,
Even when I wanted to croak.
Life can be so deceiving,
But your faith was best of folk.

Your beauty sure does radiate,
That smile of yours so true.
Believe me when I tell you,
I am here until the night is blue.

Don't loose hope in all life's blessings,
I know you'll make it through.
With or without me,
To yourself you must remain true.

Smile at God's slight glimpses,
And dance when the song ends.
To the beat of your heart's drum,
Is where your story begins.