His name sounds like happiness
It feels like home
A comforting feeling comes over me when I hear it
When he picks up a guitar
His eyes light up and a smile appears on his face
His fingers dance across the strings
The trot fox, the waltz, the tango
You can see the happiness and the love on his face
I once told him that’s how I feel when I look at him
He has that freckle above his lip
A smile that makes me swoon
I wake up beside him and there’s no place I’d rather be
Almost every morning he comments on my eyes
I don’t have to comment
He knows what I’m thinking
I know what he’s thinking
I smile
He kisses my forehead
And pulls me into his chest
Love is spelled Riley