Why

Why not be happy? I am often so
In many ways I barely can describe.
When she is near I always feel a glow
Of which, when writing, I am but a scribe:
The way I watch her as she's turned away,
The gleam her eyes take as she smiles at me,
The combined joy she conjures in a day,
The thrill of seeing her excitedly
Bounce on her toes and grin her face all bright,
Or cock her head and peer with widened eyes
And half-filled smile at some joyful sight
She sees with an appearance of surprise.
All these I watch for, and adore in her
And all make my own joy begin to stir.