It’s sunshine

And flowers

And rain

The sound of it against a window

On a dreary, dismal day

It’s growing pains

And unkempt hair

And clothes

Tossed on the ground

Or anywhere except the hamper

It’s anger

And arguments

And tears

Some so happy they won’t be contained

And some of anger and pain

It’s their shirt

And the smell of it

And the feel of it

As you nestle your head on their shoulder

Happy to move in closer

It’s them

And their flaws

And perfections

The way that they crept in and stayed

In your heart