Sometimes
She is
So beautiful
And wondrous
That even my words
Fail me.
And I am left
With no descriptors
Save for "Ana".


And sometimes,
I marvel at how
Every change
In his mood
Immediately changes mine
Because, it seems,
If he is not happy,
It is nigh-impossible
For me to be.
And if he is happy,
He makes it very hard
For me to stay sad.
If only he would let me
Do the same for him today,
He wouldn't be so gloomy,
And I wouldn't end up so blue.