When did she lose that sunny smile

It’s not been there for quite a while

It was there each and every day

Bright and cheerful at work and play

It used to make my own heart soar

The luckiest chap I knew for sure

I could forget my former life

With such a person as my wife

My love has grown with every dawn

A giant oak from a small acorn

I make a point to tell her so

It is important for her to know

Her faults are small and fewer than mine

But need pointing out, if she is to be fine

By making a few imperceptible tweaks

She could enhance those rosy cheeks

In that way she would then be perfect

But telling her so has the wrong effect

She rails against each gentle hint

With dulling eyes that have no glint

Oh why can she not take some note

Instead of becoming more remote

And smile for me as she did before

Alas, it makes my poor heart so sore.