When she smiles at me I feel the warmth
of my heart, beating fast
it fails to contain the excitement
as if the smile was something I did
or something I said was pleasant
I guess putting a smile on her face
is something I could do
for the rest of my life
as I could never get tired of it
and it feels like the first time
everytime I see it
as the moon shines bright
through millenia with people still admiring it
that's how her smile works
which is beautiful no matter
how many times you see it
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