Mssr. Amado

Monsieur Amado,
I accredit you this:
Incandescent is your smile
Fluorescent is the light. 
Through a detrimental forest
You once were forced
One laden with a mist
Of perilousness-
Of a darkness,
That surely, 
Without a compass
Would encompass thou 
In entirety,
Annihilating 
Any left sense
Of effervescence. 
Yet, you surpassed 
This endeavor,
I believe,
That surely
Was guided
By your affable smile-
Your compass,
Your instrument,
That ushered
Your soul to alight,
And evanescently banished
This plight from your life.
Yes, incandescent is your smile
Fluorescent is the light.