Your giggles
Of a childish mirth
Your chuckles
Continuously worth
Its innocence
Contagious to the
Blackest soul
As I just find myself
Also laughing
For no reason at all
Which delights
Your joy even more
We end up in
Cycles of jubilance
And silliness
Benevolence sublime
Tickle sessions
Of a cynic and a child
A baby playtime
And I can feel my heart
Smiling along
Without hesitating pain
As your pure love
Takes away all the strain
Of my darker days.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
