Songs were still about you, facing stasis at your being.
Artsy magnum opus lost my time when near your presence;
Temple car--my focus--treated art like Puri peasants.
Crooked teeth were fine, there was no structure metal straightened
That could best your smile (where the charm was daily greatened).
Offset tiles planted by the slanted hand of healing,
Health and joy both granted by your gentle dental beaming.