It means nothing,
but I endear.
It is also frightening,
because I become susceptive.
The smile I give
is a smile of hope;
A hope
that may we have the same mean.
A smile is something you give freely and I could feel it being given as I read your poem. Very well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the smile we give means many things but what matters is the smile we give from the heart-your poem is short but as always, a good one.