Bouncing a ball is a happy thing,
like flying a kite on a piece of string,
or watching the clouds without a care,
a breath of fresh air.
And you love me.
“BabyTalk” on your guitar,
Pacific waves on the sandy shore,
Mendelssohn’s Octette on the stereo,
daybreak glow.
And I love you.
Jewniquely Myself 
This is so sweet and uplufting. Lovely poem
Thank you, my dear friend!
This poem has a core of love that binds it together. The Happy things radiate outwards from the two lines that experess “love.” Beautiful.
Thank you!