His smile makes me smile.
I smile at the wrinkles in his forehead when he gets excited, confused, or scared.
When sunlight floods into his deep green eyes,
I enter a forest and I get lost in the trees.
I smile as he reaches for me in the most ordinary places.
Our hands fit like adjacent puzzle pieces hinge together.
The light touch followed by a firm grasp,
I hope to never let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem