Sweet heat rushing to my face on a cold rainy day.
You are here, walking beside me,
And with my hoodie obscuring my face
And you set on your task,
Why, you haven't recognized me yet.
I get to observe you,
For a moment,
Just being yourself.
I guess nobody else would think that was anything special,
But to me, it is fairy dust and angel wings,
Just magic giving my heart the power of flight.
Inside, settled, you notice