Never miss the chance to wink at the bird sitting in the weeds...
The Smiling Elf-Child
Through stained glass windows are partridges//Singing in the boughs//Reciting favorite passages//That pleasantly could rouse//The dear elven-child//From his lovely dream//And with a lovely, toothless smile//His candor would brightly beam
I wish to give my heart to joy
This Incorrigible Springtime, Pt. II
...and yet... There is something to behold. Something you least anticipated. Something... forgetive
So I'll just tell you plainly, the smile is fake. So I'll replace it with a stiff upper lip and braced eyes. I'll be indifferent, if complacent, but faking's not fine.