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Poem on Smile

This is a poem I wrote when i was in college and was attracted to a cute guy who had this cutest smile I ever saw.. I nicknamed him ChocoPie.

Your smile is what
That it makes me be
That I always wanted
In my sweetest dreams
You smile for a while
And I cover a mile
The journey to your soul
The journey to my goal


Even if I am brave
I shall always grave
The glimpe of your smile
Just for a while
For battles are won
No bullet no gun
Through lips going wide
Of someone beside

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