smiles and shrugs

Am back with my smile
To walk another mile,
To write a new song,
The one I won't get wrong.
They write about the war
The darkness near and far
The black sea or the snow
The windy storms that blow
The endless so called fights
The absence of bright lights...

I have no complaints
About the way life paints
My days, as they go by.
I have no desire to die,
Or to talk of death,
Or the loss of faith...
So of sweet love I speak.
Your heart's joy i seek,
Savoring its every bit.
Our path is well lit.