When you wonder if you make me happy

Gaze at the wrinkles upon my face

How many thousands of smiles

Would it take to grow these crows feet

Tens of thousands for them to be this deep

Look at my eyes

Do you see how they sparkle deepest azure

When your reflection glints in them

Do you see how much I relax

When I touch your skin

The softest worry stone there is

If you ever question

Because of my lack of vocalization

Watch my physical manifestation

Of the joy I feel

Whenever we have a moment of interaction.