Headwaters of Happy
If ever you find
If ever you shall find
some happy burbling by
my warméd face...
It only can be
It ever only could be
a gift from upstream.
She’s the Headwaters of my Happy.
Her Light swims and flows
down from her ever-giving Valley,
set splash-tumbling down from
her Pinnacle of Kind.
I attributary every softening, every
upturned mouth corner, each easing
in my day to her flow of Truesweet.
All joy flows from the Foothills of her
Heart. The ones I bend to. The ones I thank.
The ones I Kiss.
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