I sit here, staring at your smile.
Watching, trying to catch a glimpse of what's behind it.
You know me, as well as I know myself.
I wonder sometimes what it was that made me come to you.
What crazy thing it is that makes me follow.
My eyes betray me,
and once again, they talk to you in whispers.
It's funny how you give me all I need,
with just that smile.
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