Smile Poem by Ong Kar Jin

The millions come and go, leaving nothing,
like rain on rolling hills they flow, hoping for something.
And yet on their faces, only monotony-
the sheer straightness, repetition, so gloomy.

But amongst them, all turn to one smiling,
The pure joy, pure love, no lying.
Fireflies seem dull next to one so beaming,
and all for her beautiful smile, vying.

O' a smile, heaven's carpet unrolling;
A smile, earth's beauty unravelling;
A smile, the world's treasures shining;
A smile, a gift to the truly living.

A smile, free yet rare,
caring yet questioning,
charming and intoxicating,
so exciting, so tormenting:

Smile, for that is what it means to be truly loving.