She turns back, she waves goodness,
In the hall or back from her desk.
Her laugh pulls me into soft pillows.
I feel the magic softness move my soul.
At first, she did not want to know me.
Now she turns, she always turns.
It’s graceful and fluttery and I would
Love to hold her and gently move my hands.
Perhaps a feeble attempt, lacking the mind-bending and certainly not steamy, but I am enjoying celebration of the anniversary of Thinking Too Hard. All of her posts inspire, but today we help her celebrate!