At the corner of her lips
Or the face alight with joy
Buried into your hip
Whether it's the high, ringing laughter
Floating from a gaping grin
Or the flash of white teeth
'Tween dimpled cheeks and chin
Whether it's the twinkling eyes
In a face that's not quite straight
Or the look of love, of joy you're here,
Even if you're late...
There's nothing at all
Quite like a smile
To make what you're doing
Feel worthwile
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