this thing we have surprises
continual joy arises
every time you so smile
and I, for once, less cynical
less prone to autopsy clinical
your every word and look
I may yet be caught out
reverting back to doubt
but I already wrote that book
rather than read and repeat
I task myself no mean feat
to revel in this perfect while
as smile, look, and book beguile
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