We slow dance
To our own music
And poke fun
At the people around us
That don't match our rhythm.
We smile at each other like mischievous housecats
That just ate the goldfish
Out of the fishbowl
And we know we'll get away with it
Because it was bound to happen anyway.
We laugh together
And the happiness comes in waves
That wash over our shores
And remind us of just how lucky we are
To have each other.
He points out the constellations in my freckles
And I notice the way his smile
Looks like the sun on a winter's day-
Rare, pure, beautiful..
A welcome release from the cold weather
And grey skies.
