Oh, how you make me smile
and how, when you smile back
brings to mind all that is good about the world --- all the endless possibilities, every feather of hope, each unbreakable strand of faith --- mirrored in your eyes akin to the stars that come with a promise: I will never cease to shine.
Happy 19th Month, my love... My one, my only.
Hear this: A prayer, fervently whispered.
Touch this: A heart longing, fiercely wanting to belong to you.
