Brigitte's smile, an old poem, and a song

I like Brigitte's smile - and I like Brigitte smile, or so. And I wrote a little poem, must've been in the late 90's:

Her smile

I glimpsed at her and caught a smile,
and quickly stored it in a jar.
When sometimes I feel blue awhile
relief is not so very far.
I'd go and get my secret shrine,
and gently lift the lid,
release her smile and know it's mine,
and feel as carefree as a kid.

Ages later the smile recurred in the bridge of my song "close your eyes", although it didn't fit at all (it still doesn't, of course). Just because I wanted it there. It's hardly recognizable, though, since I somehow blended it with a line by Steven Tyler, Aerosmith, which I like very much: "time, don't let it slip away; raise your drinking glass, here's to yesterday" (from the song "full circle"). Here is my song text - and somewhat hidden in its bridge Brigitte smiles:

close your eyes

don't you feel embarrassed by the porn shows
they call their daily news
I wonder how you can stand this endless
sequence of abuse

did you ever notice the smile of good friends
that never reached their eyes
did you ever sense their suppressed worries
or hear their silent cries

at times you need to close your eyes
to get a clearer view
behind the scenes we call reality
sometimes you would get off your mind,
you'd sing and dance and you'd
act like crazy just to prove your sanity

have you ever watched the sun burn his way
through the morning mist
did you know that in the place called hell
beauty does exist

at times you need to close your eyes
to get a clearer view
behind the scenes we call reality
sometimes you would get off your mind,
you'd sing and dance and you'd
act like crazy just to prove your sanity

don't let the time pass away
without offering this day
one of your precious smiles
to take away

at times you need to close your eyes
to get a clearer view
behind the scenes we call reality
sometimes you would get off your mind,
you'd sing and dance and you'd
act like crazy just to prove your sanity