A little splash of smile on your face
Does more to make me happy than a host
Of errands others run; it can displace
My frown so quickly it might seem a ghost,
Too fleeting to be corporal. A glance
From you, with joy in it, can recompense
Myriad frustrations; if you chance
To touch me too, then there is no defense
For my bad mood. It will be gone perforce,
And hardly dare to try to trouble me
As long as you are glad. You trim my course
Against the wind of sorrow, safe from lea
And windward sides. Just throw a little smile
To save me from myself once in a while.
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