The smile on my face is real,
It bears witness to how I feel.
Whether it be warm and liquid like amber,
or hard and frigid as steel.

I know how to adjust my smile.
I have quite the set of skills.
It can take your breath with love,
as your heart it swiftly steals.

It can also show you my anger.
A smile like I've swallowed a pill.
Letting you know you'd be a goner,
if looks could only kill.

My smile has many meanings.
It reveals exactly how I feel.
I have many different smiles.
and every one is real.

~ Rachel G. Ezell

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