Dear World,
I took her out.
I told her that I loved her.
I told her that I cared about her.
She cried.
In the middle of the restaurant.
She cried.
And I held her. I comforted her. She needed me so I had to be there for her.
She told me that I was the nicest person to her.
That made me happy.
She made me happy.
She makes me happy.
I make her smile.
Her smile is heaven's portal to earth.
Her smile is heaven.
I hope she knows that.
Maybe one day I'll know if she knows.
Maybe.
-Me
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The Way She Smiles
Poetry"I couldn't explain it, no matter how hard I tried but I fell in love with the way she smiled" ~Max
