fledgist | four years

there is no mystery in being glad
your smile's enough to light the universe
and in your ocean my heart will immerse
with greater liberty than when a lad
the sun itself goes out when you are sad
i fear to speak lest i should make things worse
but all i want is your great joy to nurse
for without you the world seems more than mad
and so this day i have cause to recall
all wondrous things that happen in your sight
all the good that i ought to remember
the happiness that to my heart will call
the lovely steady glow of your eyes' light
bright fire awoken from the smallest ember