She smiles..,
And I look at her..,
And wonder...,
Why do such things...,
Matter to Me?

Such a tiny jesture of...,
Of smiling and laughing..,
has the capacity...,
to make the world..,
All light and beautiful..,

The care she shows for me,
Even when she is not my blood,
Even though she has known me
For but a little time....,
But understands everything,
Without me having to express,
Anything in words..,

Is there anything more beautiful...,
More Peace-giving....,
than the ocean of care..,
And on understanding of incredible depths
Existing between
US!