Treasure Island

Iris Rain

Your Smiles

Your smiles are adorable
I adore them
Every little pieces I can get

So I love making you smile
In the morning when you see me
In the day when you came near me

Every time you passed me by, you gave me another smile
And my day just gets so much better
Because of what your smiles did to me

The little crinkles around your eyes,
The way your eyes shine
The little shy gesture you had, lowering your head just a little
Then you will look straight at me when you smile
With all that sweetness in your face

I love your smiles, what it did to me
I love how you never stop smiling at me, even when you are talking to me

I wished I can catch your smiles, and keep them with me always
So that I would never miss your adorable smiles

5 - (MNFH)

Submitted: Sunday, May 23, 2010
Edited: Monday, May 24, 2010

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