How long has it been
Since I smiled like this?
A smile that surprises my lips
As it stretches across them.
A blush graces a face
That has never seen one before,
Not since youth.
And that is how
You make me feel.
Young. Childish. Free.
Like the day spent in the garden,
Whispering to the bees.
Like the hours of happiness gained
From a single balloon tied to a little wrist.
Like falling down and wasting no,
Time getting up and playing again.
How do you do this?
Perhaps I will not question it
Its proper classification is magic,
Because I am