Magic is
a light that
your eyes
are all to
familiar
with.

It dances there
in you
eyes when
you greet me
each morning.

and everything
about you
improves
everything
about me.

and what failures
that have become
are forgotten
in your laugh

that only echos
with truth and
music
to my ears.

who ever thought
"good morning"

could ever become
a anthem
to my day....