In the quiet curve of lips, a world awakens,
A gentle whisper, soft as morning dew,
Where shadows flee, and light begins to dance,
A smile blooms, painting skies anew.

Beneath its gaze, hearts find their solace,
A silent symphony, a tender grace,
Bridging worlds with unspoken kindness,
A shimmering light in time’s embrace.

In crowded rooms, amidst the noise and chatter,
A single smile, a beacon in the haze,
Guiding weary souls through storm and shadow,
A fleeting moment, yet it stays.

So let us share this simple treasure,
A bridge between our distant lands,
For in a smile, we find our measure,
A gentle touch that understands.