Her Smile Makes Me Smile
Whenever I feel sad
And life’s troubles wear me down
I just look upon her face
And no longer wear a frown.
Whenever the cold rain
Pours and saturates the ground
It’s then that I sense sunshine
Each time that she’s around.
Her smile makes me smile,
And I feel so pleased to be
In the same room as her,
In her close proximity.
Her smile makes me smile
At people that pass me by;
There’s a spring in my step
And a twinkle in my eye.
Teardrops commented on Her Smile Makes Me Smile
01-09-2010
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
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