It´s the smile that turns the sad mouth
upside-down,
A friend who visits the blue soul, of
gloomy old frown,
It´s the whisper playing like breeze, upon
quivering lips,
The smile is the foreplay, of all laughter before
it slips.
It´s smile who meets the teardrop, at end
of downy cheek,
It´s that tantalizing lover, who makes
those knees go weak,
It´s the come hither, the invitation that
reaches soulful eyes,
The smile is special knowledge, of the very
old & very wise.
The smile´s not the smirk, the raucous
laughter nor the sneer,
The smile´s the softening of the soul, that
chases away the tear,
The smile is that invitation, to enter into
waiting joyful heart,
The smile, the sign that says, “Of me, you´ll
always be a part”.
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