She makes me believe that angels exist…

and if I believed in heaven, which I sometimes do,

I would say she is divine

or at least some manifestation of supernatural forces.

She makes me believe it’s enough just to talk to her,

and that when she smiles, it’s just too much…

And she makes me believe that me being corny

is not even enough to be able to describe

in a poem the light and the warmth that I find in her eyes…

And if she laughs…

if she laughs and I’ll never be with her…

if she laughs…

if I can make her laugh…

I feel like believing in everything that’s impossible

being possible at once.