Joy

He makes my heart skip not one, not two nor three beats; he makes it skip for as long as he looks at me with those big hopeful eyes that comfort every little bit of me to my very core. He makes me feel a pure warmth on a cold December night. He brightens the world with his wit and kindness. His very existence in this world is a blessing upon this world, and every breath taken and given is a but a gift to share such air. The glorious truth is that he makes me happy.