Her Smile Makes Me Smile
Whenever I feel sad
And life’s troubles wear me down
I just look upon her face
And no longer wear a frown.
Whenever the cold rain
Pours and saturates the ground
It’s then that I sense sunshine
Each time that she’s around.
Her smile makes me smile,
And I feel so pleased to be
In the same room as her,
In her close proximity.
Her smile makes me smile
At people that pass me by;
There’s a spring in my step
And a twinkle in my eye.
Teardrops commented on Her Smile Makes Me Smile
01-09-2010
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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