There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit.
And there is a Smile of Smiles
In which those two Smiles meet.
W. Blacke
I can’t say whether it’s true,
It’s up to you to decide
But I know, you should not rue
My pure and innocent Smile.
The one that I give to you
Differs from all the rest,
And what does it mean for two
No one in the world would guess.
03.03.03
W. Blacke
© Copyright: Марта Янова, 2004
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