If I'll remember a thing about you,
It's your smile and the things that you do.
It's your laugh and the way the smokes surrounds you
In veils of discords, the shades of unknown and the new.
Your voice shall run deep, echo for soul and the fool,
Sweet scars of my ears, often acting like tool
As violins starts from those lips of yours, painted in red,
Offer me the sunset but I'll watch you instead!
Tonight, the light of the moon shines brighter, for you...
Today, for the smiles and the things that you do,
I'll give you mare words, to take them as tokens with you.
Why? For the smiles of course and the things you say and you do!
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