His Smile
His smile is a rare thing,
And priceless in its rarity,
It makes my soul shout and sing,
When that smile is aimed at me.
His eyes have that certain quality,
That betrays the gentle soul within,
They sparkle with dreams of what will be,
And memories of good times been.
I’m powerless to his secret charms,
Which he only reveals to me,
And when he holds me in his arms,
I know I’m where I’m meant to be.
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