SHIIZAH no I am NOT single's blog: "my poetry if you can call it that..."

happiness usually comes in small doeses;

a dimple in a cheek from a smile that creeps across

sugar kissed lips,

a glimmer of light expressed in warm eyes,

in the slow movement of large hands over blushed

cheeks and an angular jaw-

held in a moment of time where none can touch them.

three lights,

two glowing,

one alone

waiting to be turned on, but

happiness always comes in small doses.