The beauty of her smile is like the sun,
It warms my heart and brightens up my day,
With every grin, my worries become none.
***
Her joyous laugh, like music, has begun,
To heal the scars that lingered on my way,
The beauty of her smile is like the sun.
***
It is a sight that can't be outdone,
A beacon of hope, leading me astray,
With every grin, my worries become none.
***
Oh, how her smile can be so much fun,
A gesture that can never lead me astray,
The beauty of her smile is like the sun.
***
A sight that can't be bought or won,
A genuine show of love in every way,
With every grin, my worries become none.
***
And so, I bask in her light, not shun,
For the beauty of her smile is here to stay,
With every grin, my worries become none.
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Angelina w. (Poet)
Poet, wordsmith, and dreamer. Crafting verses that delve into the human experience, exploring love, loss, and the beauty of life.
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