He Smiles

He Smiles short poem

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I open my eyes trying to pull-
in his sweetness closer.
And as his laughter darts away-
I wake up to reality’s punchline.
Time may have set us apart-
but here I am lost and clueless.

As he speaks words roll-
out a kindness that strike my core.
And though he doesn’t say-
much, his words pour out like a wine
that trickles down my soul with a tart!
Behold, my heart burns with fondness!

I hold on to my head beating my skull-
hoping to contain my thoughts’ outpour.
My mind may have lost this fray
but my heart was the first to cross the line!
Your smile is the only journey I wanna chart-
in a world plagued with mishap and dullness.

Once again you smile only to call-
away worries that leave me insecure.
I know neither of us can go astray-
but hey, the present is yours and mine!
So lets shake off our realities like clart-
from boots- I’m done being cautious!

For where sparkling stars lull-
your smile shall endure
And where a smile has a say-
your eyes shall be the vine-
where your smiles can impart
boundlessly all your sweetness!

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