If a felicity verse form could convey forth a smile,
Then my face would always get dressed in style.

If my ears could hear my computing machine screen,
From one to another, they, too, would grin.

My keyboard types for my eyes not my lingua
This felicity verse form will never be sung.

But what of my eyes? Don't they shine? Yes, but not from this verse form of mine.

The pen is mightier than the sword,
But a pen can compose only words.

The feelings I experience and the senses I feel
For keyboard and silver screen stay far too real.

My ears and my olfactory organ stay at rest. My cheeks and hairline are doing their best.

But if this felicity verse form could do my oral cavity smile,
My face would forever get dressed up in style.