(20 minute poetry)

The blush of your cheeks,
that look in your eye.
the way that you talk and
when we walk out together
whether talking or not
it's your hand in my hand
which makes me happy
I've got
you.

You brush out the grey from my hair,
paint a sparkle where once it was dull,
so many things that I love you to do
which makes me happy
now that I've got you.

Moments like these and those or them are granted when fate intervenes and it seems all the fates have conspired, rebuilt this
cathedral and relit the fires.

Real life is much sweeter than dreams.
Something you can't buy is the freedom to be
in love when she loves you
and as happy as me.