We all have a source of happiness
Whether it's your dog, your mum or something as little as your toy princess
Whatever it is it's your source of happiness
And my happiness?
Him.
Just him.
Whether I'm talking to him or I'm looking at him a smile is always brought to my face
Whether I've walked into a post or tripped over my lace I don't care who watched, at the end of day it only matters if he's watched.
A little embarrassing? Yes
But then again he's watching
And then a smile is brought to my face.
His humour, it's funny that's no rumour
His jokes
His kindness
The joy he provokes
His smile
How he's organised and has a trait of tidiness
He's intelligent
He's excellent
He's perfect
How did i have him?
Why did he decide to love me..was it a whim or did he feel he had to say such words rather than pull a limb
He's my happiness
Happiness is him
If ones gone the others gone
So please don't leave
