You could have no words to speak,
Your limbs could pop off,
And you could have no more teeth,
All of these things could inflict you,
And, yet, my esteem,
Would not falter a moment,
Because I've seen,
That smile that rests,
Yes, on your lips,
And suffuses your eyes,
And I love it,
But it's elsewhere, alright?
It's nowhere you'll find,
By searching any part of you,
But by looking behind.
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