something special blossoms in the afternoon gloom cast by a curtain over the Happiness Room my flowering heart exults in the playful bite illuminated by a dusty shaft of light and we're growing with every lazy beat, glowing with a timeless inner heat which makes our outer beings shine as we watch our futures intertwine. Will she deadhead my seedling heart if one day we start to grow apart, our hearts may follow other paths, but they will all lead back to ours and something in writing poetry I find always connects her to me so her room looms up and fills my eye and will until the day I die.
