I love a light sarcastic face
And I adore feigned innocence
When it betrays a mild trace
Of deep internal confidence.
The upturned quirk that's not a smile,
The hidden twinkle in the eyes,
Are symptoms that I always file
Away to help me realize
That I have found a kindred soul
Who sees the world the way I do;
On whom life will not take its toll
While she retains this point of view.
Give me that attitude and I
Will ask no more to satisfy.
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