I find your droll smile curious.
What’s more I find it spurious.
Your dry smile, its mocking curl
as you address that certain girl
cannot hide the truth that you’ve been smitten.
By the love bug, you’ve been bitten.
For in your heart, I see a lake
moister than gestures that you make.
Your truth’s exposed there in your eyes.
Please lose that smirk your glance belies.
The prompt today was droll.