simple pleasures

your laugh bubbles over
like yellow flowers across a meadow.

your happy heart is as pure as the crayon sun
in a child’s first picture.

like the fleeting countenance of an angel
your smile could not be captured in a million photographs.

it is a pleasure simply to hold your gracious hand or
to hear you breathing gently through the night.

my life is ours & has no boundaries.

our love is written in the calligraphy of stars

& our togetherness is a gift of the universe
to itself.