Every time you smile at me,
I’m bathed like a leaf in morning dew,
My fortune is hence to reflect,
That same expression back to you,
My first lesson is to practice this,
When I look at you, at you and You.
I’m dazzled by your speckless slate,
That makes the plainest burst in bloom,
Marvel in the most mundane,
From the noisy spoon to a lazy noon,
My second lesson is to live life such,
That every thing is a priceless boon.
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