The curve of your lips
When you look at me
The red on my cheeks
When I see what you see.
The swiftest of glances,
and yet-there's something hidden there,
And I'm willing to bet
That what happened just now
was no mistake
Your eyes over my silhouette did rake;
A moment so magical, clear and pristine,
Eyes glittering with a sapphire sheen,
So I sit in my room, and just for awhile,
I contemplate that one magical
Smile.
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