Makes Me Sing

A poem about how happy someone seems able to make me feel.

She makes me sing
even if she isn't mine
Five minutes on the phone
is never enough time
I know she means business,
but the work feels like play
Think I'd be excited
if I had to stay late
I want to give and help
even if I'm not hers
whether it's moving a shelf
or lifting a curse
I want to give her flowers
whatever kind she likes
Don't care if I have to buy them
or pick them on a hike
Her smile parts clouds
and makes the sun seem a flicker
I can't stare at it too long
because that grin stops my ticker
she's proof the world is beautiful
even if it doesn't look like her
and her gentleness could make
a kitten of a tiger
why do angels have wings
if they always walk on the ground?
Is it so that others feel better
whenever they're around?
I don't sing like the golden harps
that play wherever she goes
but it is my hearts way
of saying, "We wish we could show"

Author's Note

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