Sometimes there is something in a smile
that changes a face
with a kind of sheer light; that in a while
has a kind of grace
bringing great happiness to any old place,
loving to the heart,
setting tender feelings, your pulse at race
playing a tiny part
of living, turning it about into a kind of art,
to those we meet
and when we leave, we have got to depart
we leave a sweet
kind of thing that others constantly repeat,
that does amaze,
making the lives of humans more complete,
leaving them ablaze.
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