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Oh! she smiles and make me smile!
Oh! she smiles with her glorious style!
The smile, produced from her lips,
Through my dying eyes let have a deep.
Her smile from my eyes makes my heart blind,
This golden smile, nowhere else you can find!
Seeing one more time please make me blind,
I don't want to take anything else on my mind.
Her blushy cheeks have the true Sunshine,
These all are more costly than a red wine!
Though I always miss the smile of mine,
Seeing your thrilling smile I can be fine.
So, please smile once and smile forever,
And you will always have my prayer.
You may never know how I love your smile!
And that is why my life has become futile.
Nice poem!