Smiling

I like to lose myself in your eyes,
I like the ones that shine not cries.
I like it when you hold my hand,
I like it when you say “that’s grand”.

I like it when we kiss and walk,
I like it when we sit and talk.
I like it when you dress in style,
but most of all I like your smile.

A social smile for general folk,
acceptable as there’s no joke.
A warming smile of sympathy
beats from a heart with empathy.

A contempt smile but not in vain,
you generate when feeling pain.
A loving smile it’s just for me,
a smile I always want to see.

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poem by Mark Curtis
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