The Reason For the Trip

She is the reason I smile sometimes, and feel way down, deep inside of me. Mysterious , a glimpse of a face or a smile on the same, can cause this kind of glee. I have taken to doing the silliest things, not a clue to reason , or to rhyme. The eyes are the window to the soul, and these green have surely ensnared mine. If this window be left open to crack, and a single tear falls in pain. I feel the hurt and loneliness, left standing, in the heartless rain. This affliction leaves me tongue tied, tied in knots, standing on my head. I cannot find the definition, in any of the books I've read. It's an E-ticket ride, on a rollercoaster, running straight to the heart. Through the dips and bumps, through lifes ' curves tis a journey I am a part. For me ,it's not just the journey, not knowing ,whats around the bend. It's the place where life leads, and where my footsteps end.