The simple joy of just catching your eye
And watching something mad inside you bloom,
Making you laugh and laugh until you cry,
Cuddling close inside a chilly room,
Mirroring gestures, imitating sounds,
Collapsing in our mirth onto the floor,
Exploring what might lie beyond the bounds
Of what is usual, and finding out that more
Is possible than we imagined, seeing
The way you giggle when you suddenly
Notice a joke, or even merely being
Beside you when you're silly, means to me
More than you think; or just as much, since you
Always were good at noticing me too.
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