The tiniest smile
Just when you thought
You were broken.
It's the light in the eyes
Of your closest friend
That requires no words
Be spoken.
It brings back to life
The dead or the dying,
Without their asking first.
It kisses the wounds
Of the broken hearted,
And quenches unending thirst.
You can dream about it
And hold it close,
But no promises
Will it make;
For it is there
Whenever you want it,
Forever yours
To take.
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