Three and 3/4
Sometimes I see the light reflecting off your golden curls,
and I imagine how my own mother felt when she saw my golden curls.
Sometimes you smile at me or tell me you love me
and I melt into a puddle of goo at your feet.
Sometimes I hear you giggling from another room and no matter how sad
or frustrated I am about whatever else is going on, I can’t help but smile.
Sometimes I look into your beautiful deep eyes
and I think my heart will burst with love.
Oh wait, that’s not just sometimes…that’s forever.
