Novel & Cerita Your Smile Poetry

she replied in a friendly tone. The man felt at ease and took a seat beside her. They engaged in a lighthearted conversation, and a smile adorned Emine's lips. For some inexplicable reason, she felt comfortable around this man. Aiden observed it all—her smile was breathtaking, a burst of radiant sunshine. It illuminated her face, captivating everyone who saw it. Her lips curved gracefully, revealing a row of dazzling, pearly white teeth. Joy glistened in her eyes, reflecting the warmth of her smile. It was a sight that could melt hearts and bring happiness to the world.

Seeing him smile as if he had no care in this world and that he meant no harm I smile with him showing him my teeth that are still in the process of growth. The soft wind blows through the garden the cherry blossom petals raining down on us whilst the leaves dance to the music of the breeze. We gaze at each other with our big smiles and dirty clothes. As our smiles turned into chuckles and finally into laughter the moon who hid that day clapped her hands for the two mates who were unaware that this was their very first meeting. -------- A/N: Here are some somethings you need to know:

It reminded me of her own words as her own voice played inside my head. "When people smile a lot it doesn't mean they are happy but it means there is something wrong with them....Smile is plaster to the face that tries to remold life but when the plaster is put for long, it makes one forget that it isn't real. The world they are trying to find by ignoring the bad things but always smiling isn't real. So there is no such thing as perfection and always happy. That is what reality is....Not always happy and smiling......." "You are not real mom" i smiled bavk at her as a tear eased down my eyes.

A smile smeared on my face. Boom!

Debby chimed in, clearly entertained. Her comment gave me an ego boost. "Please stop," Jayden smiled shyly. "Is this how women feel when they’re being wooed?" he asked, furrowing his brows. "I can’t lie—I enjoy it. It’s refreshing," he admitted, his voice so low I barely heard him. "Did I mention you have a beautiful smile?" I grinned, knowing I was on the right track. "Your smile is like the first ray of sunshine touching my face when I wake up—bright, warm, and impossible to ignore."

Isla found herself utterly captivated by him, unable to tear her eyes away, and every moment spent with him felt like a small eternity in a world all their own. And then there was his smile. Vincent’s smile—every time he flashed it at her, Isla felt like the earth itself stopped spinning for just a second. It wasn’t just a simple smile; it was a smile that seemed to freeze time, to hold her in its warmth. She felt a flutter in her chest, like a thousand butterflies taking flight, every time he grinned at her. It was a smile that made everything else fade into the background, a smile that made her feel like she was the only person in the room, the only one who mattered. And in those moments,

I stood on my toes. Both hands on his cheeks. “Nobody,” I said clearly, looking directly at him, “is taking me away from my baby.” Something in his face shifted completely. The jealousy, the tension, the performance of not caring — all of it gave way to something quieter and more honest. “Do you know what your smile does to me?” he said. His eyes didn’t move from mine. “What does it do?” “It leaves me breathless.” He said it simply, without decoration. “When you smile I forget to breathe. Every time. Without fail.”

The lady answered. " Then what type of smile is a happy smile?" Holden couldn't help but ask. A smile creeped up the lady's lips on Holden's question. " Well I think a happy smile should be just like this; " The corners of your mouth turns up in a natural curve, you grin naturally and laugh like this" The lady answered demonstrating it. " Com'on, close your eyes and imagine what I am talking about" She said and Holden slowly closed his eyes. He suddenly could see himself in an unfamiliar place, which looked like a seashore. He was putting on white throughout and before him, was a lady putting on a white dress. He couldn't see her face clearly but only saw her lips which was creeped up in a w

A smile crept across my lips slow and full of poison. “Leave that to me,” I said. “I have my ways.”

Eventually, I sent the message, my heart racing a bit. Her response made me smile, "I know what you mean. Our photos can't capture everything." I couldn't agree more. She had a way of understanding beyond words. "True," I replied, "but they do make me smile." She responded with a playful emoji, "I'm glad. What's making you smile the most?" It was a simple question, but it carried a world of emotions. I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite."