i love living
this life with
you
it makes me
shine like a wish
made of
sunlight
what’s more fun
than being
as happy as
a penny in your
hand?
simply happy?
like a purring
comb in your
hair or
a strand of diamonds
glimmering on your
neck?
as beautiful as
the music of
mozart’s
breath
if we were both
re-born to this,
there must be goodness
somewhere in this
everywhere
the day will come
when we will part
without parting
hearts may be fragile––
may be human––
heartfulness is
indestructible