In a world where joy may sometimes falter,
I found a treasure in her laughter.
It lifts me up, like a bird in flight,
Filling my heart with pure delight.
Her laughter sings, like a melodious tune,
Underneath the radiant, golden moon.
It dances in the air, like whispered wind,
A symphony of happiness, I find.
Like silver bells, it chimes so sweet,
A melody that never knows defeat.
It echoes through the valleys and hills,
A potion of warmth that surely thrills.
Each giggle and chuckle, a magical spell,
Creating within me a heavenly swell.
It paints vibrant colors on life's canvas,
Filling the moments with smiles and gladness.
Her laughter, like sunshine on a rainy day,
Washes away the worries, paving the way.
To a world where troubles simply fade,
And happiness blooms like a garden cascade.
When darkness threatens with its hollow gaze,
Her laughter blazes like a sun's radiant rays.
It banishes shadows and brings forth cheer,
A beacon of light that's always near.
Oh, I love her laughter, a gift so divine,
A melody that warms this heart of mine.
Forever grateful for the joy it imparts,
A symphony of love wrapped in her laughter's arts.
YOU ARE READING
Her
Poesíathis isn't a novel, it's a poem serie made for someone precious to me, feel free to skip as the only reader that's important is her; however, you are not forbidden of reading this.
