Your smile's still the one that
I love above them all;
it bears a nostalgic feeling and
it makes me drown in the whispers of
your capsizing, window-like eyes-
that the way you walk,
the same prideful little grin;
and maybe small childish giggles.
But these things made you, you;
I sink into the warm-embracing arms
of beauty and I, again,
knew that it could never be erased.
No matter how many times I try to deceive myself,
that maybe I didn't love anymore,
and tried the hundredth time to tell myself:
"I'm in love with somebody else" yet I,
these tears drip down these dry cheeks
the moment I see your beautiful smile again.