Speechless

You had him so far

up on Cloud Nine that

he couldn’t even talk.

Gave that boy a bad

case of warm fuzzies,

you did.

He had a warm, happy glow

that wasn’t put there by

nobody-else, babycakes.

I’m jealous I tell you.

He was so happy he

couldn’t talk at all, and he

hummed, just a little,

cause the joy in his heart

was spillin’  out, and

it decided to present itself to

the world as…

                               music.