Forty Eight Years

Sometimes happy and I smile, Unhappy sometimes, still smile, I don’t know how she reads my smile, I could never note a difference in the two, I don’t know how she notes it very well, I asked her to explain it one day, She replied You tell many lies to me, But I know when you speak a truth, And I know when you tell a lie, You are not a block of ice, A sensitive and sentimental man, You are exposed on your face, You are exposed in your eyes, You are exposed in your touches, You are exposed in your words, When you are unhappy, You call me by my name, But when you are happy, You know how you call me, Your false smile may deceive the others, Not me, I have passed forty eight years with you!