Dying from a smile is the worst way to die, and I’ll tell you why:
No one has ever been killed by a smile, except when love retreats behind it
And the smile is the only thing left smiling, and you know the world
Is false—it is what you always knew—that nothing appears
As it really is—the great painting is a fake! The lover’s smile is hiding tears!
The conclusion made, and acted on, was wrong for all these years!
Wrong! Wrong! This smile was not anything like you thought!
This is the smile that is sincere, this is the smile that is happy.
And this is the one that was bought.
But yours is the smile that knows
What I know. The poem we read together. Can we find another of those?
