Your Smile

Every once in a while,

You should smile,

It gives me the butterflies,

It makes my hopes rise,

My cheeks turn peach,

And then you reach,

For my nervous hand,

Nothing like I had planned.

 

You should smile more,

And know that I adore,

That grin that you give,

I constantly want to relive,

Every moment together,

Through every kind of weather,

Because your smile,

Gets me through the last mile.

 
This poem is about: 
Me

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