Your smile,
Drops of dew
Rolling on rosy lips.
My smile,
Pure love that
Could neither be hidden
Nor expressed.
Our smile,
Often shying away,
Leaving on cheeks
Pink bliss.
Sometimes met
To be named as 'kiss'.
Our sweet smile,
Left sour by
A bitter goodbye.
Our last smile,
A dead wish
At the corner of lips.
Fading away on gloomy faces...
Now separated.
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The last two lines touched me deeply.