The smile on your elegant face,
It diminishes every others grace,
It exists as an eternal joy,
Feels like a child, with a new toy,
Looking at it dreams are made,
God bless it, never shall it fade,
Wrinkles, I don't find a trace,
You can win every beauty race,
As a thing of beauty is a joy forever,
Your joyous smile will die never,
My poem may be forgotten by time,
But Your beauty is eternal unlike my rhyme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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