She Laughs

She Laughs

She laughs.

She Laughs

she Laughs....

At me. At my joke. At my words. Did ever such a feeling exist? 

Were emotions real, or did I just imagine what they felt like before now.

This moment. This unending moment, when her eyes meet mine, and her lips spread,

and her voice, like the sound of a thousand wonderful things flows past,

Floating through my ears and into my heart.

My heart stops, and starts, and races all at once. I feel I weigh nothing, yet a thousand pounds.

I feel her joy, and I reflect it ten thousand fold. 

This Feeling...

It is beautiful.

She is beautiful...

And she laughs.