She is tenderly hiding herself in a smile,
spreading happiness, while hiding her eyes;
more precious than the narrowest light,
when she whispers a new song every day…
Slightly she shies away with her smile,
its traces leaving joy amid the cry;
the more she looks around — but love
stays back with her, and hope, inside me.
Every day of her raises a voice,
but with a gentle caress, it settles into a smile;
though far from the moon and its light,
she smiles, and loves, beneath the starry sky…
An endless gaze, through her eyes;
the farther I reach, the more I lose mine;
and she smiles, girlish and shy —
and I fly to endless joy, in the smile of her eyes…
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