the master of the sounds that you are
the rustle of the smile that hides
in my voice that you picked tenderly
with your fingertips and placed it
on the sleeve of your heart, may i
ask for it back?
and then you said no, it is yours to keep
the tunes of my smile in your heart they sleep
and when i place my ears on your chest
i can hear my smile and never again it will weep
Reshma Ramesh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smile-152/
