birds of a feather

out shines her dimple,

and her eyes crinkle

her voice fills the room,

echoes of love from our plume

maybe it really is that mere

‘fill life with the right people,

and happiness will persevere’

for i finally feel like i’m enough,

after all the thick and thin and rough

i finally find direction in my biograph,

when i make

 my best friend laugh.