Poetry 134

Your hairs, black or grey,
I would always caress them with a smile.

Your talks, short or long,
I would always hear it with a smile,

Your food, yummy or less yummy,
I would always eat it with a smile.

Your curves, less or more,
I would always caress it with a smile.

Your anger, right or wrong,
I would always absorb it with a smile.

Your days, sunny or cloudy,
I would live them with a smile.

Your footsteps, right or wrong,
I would follow it with a smile.

Your skin, smooth or wrinkled,
I would adore it with a smile.

Your lips, painted or bare,
I would kiss it with a smile.

Your love, spoken or expressed,
I would cherish it with a smile.

Your life, together or parallel,
I would live it with a smile.

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