When We Meet
How do you become more beautiful each time that we meet?
Do you have a secret of your own to perform this magic feat?
It does not really matter just as long as I can see
that you have grown more beautiful because you now know me.
When you think about these words I hope you reveive that smile,
these words just came into my head and lingered for a while,
we both know humour has its place, and may that ever be,
for I know that I can make you smile and you do the same for me.
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