Your smile makes me
put my book down
to read your words
to feel your emotions
and to live our past
Last night I suddenly looked
behind my book
and went to your desk
I don't know why
I looked a long time at you
and it was easy to remember
our own first meeting
I kissed your forehead
to feel the sweet old days
then It's was and to read
your lovely poem
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