In the quiet curve of lips upturned,
Lies a world where gentle dreams are spun.
A smile, a beacon in the dark,
A flicker of hope where shadows run.

Beyond the words, beyond the speech,
It weaves a tale no tongue can reach.
A tapestry of unspoken grace,
In every line, a sunlit trace.

In the cradle of a fleeting glance,
A smile dances in silent trance.
It whispers softly to the soul,
Filling the heart, making it whole.

A gentle bridge across the space,
Where hearts connect in warm embrace.
A smile, a simple, tender art,
Binding us all, heart to heart.