Everytime I am with you,
Even ten hours seem to be few.
I crack a hundred jokes and look towards you,
Did they bring a smile anew?
And then slowly I see you smirking,
Like a magic it seems to be working.
That one smile of you my dear,
Stays with me you be far or near.
I close my eyes or keep them open,
I smile to your smile, like to the smell of cinnamon.
I may have met more than a thousand people,
But I haven't seen a smile more sweeter.
Every person, I could understand, what makes them happy,
But when it comes to you I just become a little crappy.
Your smile, I think is most precious in this world,
Perhaps more precious than this world's worth.
It's more rare than finding a pearl in an oyster,
Or chances of me going to the moon to loiter.
Oh and when you start speaking,
My heart from my mouth seems to be peeking.
To know of the source of this angelic voice,
It would beat outside my body if it had a choice.
My mind it hopes one day it will know you better,
Whenever you're around it is unable to act clever.
And surrenders to your presence.
That is the level of your influence!
Situations like these, I hope to know of the future,
I don't like believing in the past - who acts like my life tutor.
Like always, I hope this is something different,
And for a change, is what I hope as the end.
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