Why Are You Smiling?

Down the barrel and into your eyes I stare,
Oblivious to how the hours melt,
Acutely aware of how our bodies meld,
You stare back to glimpse my heart laid bare.

“Why are you smiling,” you frown naively.
Engulfed in every sound you make,
From dreams of possibilities I wake.
“How could I not,” simply and solemnly.

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