Your Lips And White Teeth
Your lips oh, your lips,
They are not merely lips,
They are poetry that forgot how to stay on paper,
A soft, sacred scripture that my heart recites.
When you speak, the world grows quiet to listen,
When you smile, even sorrow forgets how to stay.
And your white teeth,
Like pearls guarded behind the gates of Eden,
Like the first snow that heaven lets fall at dawn,
Orderly, luminous, pure
They do not just shine, they illuminate.
Your smile is not an expression,
It is a revelation.
Your lips carry your kindness,
Your teeth hold your joy,
And when both meet in laughter,
I swear, my soul finds its home.
For God took His time sculpting that smile,
He made it a medal of grace upon your face,
And every time you give it to me,
I win I win at life, at love, at everything.
Keep smiling, my love,
For your lips are my prayer,
And your white teeth, my light.
And with that light,
I will top up on every chat,
I will conquer every day,
Because your smile is my victory.
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