The Words It Took

The words it took ensure her smiles won't fade,
despite the look of boredom: there to grace
the irritated mien, she’s now displayed;
but, such annoyance is not out of place.
It will not last and, like a storm at sea,
will blow away and leave a calming time,
in which she rests and looks across at me
to find the reason to compound her rhyme.
She rises to new playfulness again,
wanting fresh accounts; let love now flatter
so charmingly, and, yet, it won't remain
as first discovered. Still, it is no matter
that I can’t fix the spot, the hour, the look,
for, in her head, she hears the words it took.