What is it that makes you smile
A happy thought, or plain guile?
A smile that carries to your eyes
This smile that tells the truth and lies
Lights up your face, stays awhile.
Is this but a deceptive charm
That every ploy does disarm?
So many smiles, and what a prize
You smile a smile and that is all.
A hundred truths, an act vile
All hidden in your smile
Where my old hopes demise
Your smile holds on, strengthens the ties
You smile a smile, and there I fall!
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