Poem: Smile.
Smile.
.
I’m beginning to know you
In a room like this room
I’m finding something
Like the truth
Soon I’ll be reading you
Like an open book
If I want to touch you
I’ll touch you with a word
I wish to speak with you
I want to talk a while
You need to use your lips
So you can smile
.
How will you cope with that
I want to stay a while
.
.
