My Cure

I don't know why you wear a mask,
When you know you've a pretty smile.
I don't know why you tie your hair,
When I could see them bloom from a mile.
You toil all day like a honey bee,
While all I do is just sit in this chair.
The things you do make you precious,
If I wouldn't let you know it'd be unfair.
I don't know why you always wear white,
While you add many colors to my day.
I don't know if I confess this honestly,
Would you stay to listen or walk away.
But one thing my heart knows is my only cure,
Every time we meet I'd make you smile for sure.
Make you smile for sure,
I know that's my only cure.
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