I oft confuse a smile with simile—

By acts or words a vision from thin air,

For most, I smile at what I love to see

And by sweet notion, anecdotes compare.

To me your dimples laugh like joy reborn,

A saucy sneer suggests I’ve gone astray,

A radiant beam can warm me like the sun

And simpers soft seem much a cat at play.

But similes and smiles are not the same

Though similitudes and wiles may convene,

Yet keen compare is more than just a game,

When they pervert a truth into a scheme.

In verse please see, by broad conceit a grin—

And not by smirk, a ruse condoning spin.