Her mirth, manifests its reflection upon my face as that of an infant,
spreads through my spirit and soothes,
an herbal tea to my soul,
slowly reaching my fingers, creeping toward my toes.
As it flows through my extremities it rebounds upon itself, magnified tenfold as it enters my core.
There it resides waiting each moment for me to recall it,
to invigorate my being, to brush my heart, to fulfill my soul,
with a taste of her essence.