The happy practice of my eyes
What is that power that your smiles hypnotize?
Why do I yearn to encase them in my eyes?
Why is your happiness my reason to be happy?
Why do I feel disturbed when I don't see you happy?
What is that feeling that makes me so much think of you?
What is that feeling that immerse me in the thoughts of you?
My mind understands 'nothing' of these
Except the desire to treasure your smiles
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