Smile
Standing-by in the dreamy night,
Going beyond a sleepy state;
Trying, waiting, seeking a reply,
Seeking your smile--and I wait,
Standing by--much like a candle's thread
Whose little fire burneth bold:
Ready to flicker and die instead
From waiting, longing, growing cold...
Tell me what new gifts shall I bestow?
What new emotion must swell?
How much love must be enow
To cure mine heart unwell?
Tell me what new love, and what care
Must be made yours eternally,
For I'd go out any which where
If just to see you smile at me...
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