a smile worth
waiting for
will make you
think forever of
its curve
you will return to it
while wrapped in
your sheets
you will return to it
while passing by
her street, lined with
newly planted trees
and plain mailboxes
with numbers
you will return to it
when you roll over
to snooze your alarm
you will return to her
again and maybe
you will return to
each new day
you will ask her
for her hand
and she will
return to you
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