I woke up today snuggling with an everyday miracle.
Her hair is dark, and soft. It tickled my nose.
Her eyes are a very dark brown. I willingly lose myself in them.
Her smile rivals the sun in the light it gives.
Her laughter creates a space for joy.
Her childhood had great ugliness in it, but she grew up giving and loving.
Her heart went, not unclaimed, but ungiven, before me. I don't deserve it.
She gives it to me anyway.
I love you, Lisa.