It's fun sometimes to believe in love -
And every time I look
at children
It makes me believe.

Children are innocence
(besides squishy cushions
thrown at little sister)

Smiles, open wide eyes!
They give you sticky toys, or cookies
wet and half eaten.
Handing me a red,
purplish-green,
yellow-kissed drawing,
They wait, asking for no more
than a happy grin,
my free, unbridled joy.

It's hard to forget
Their bursting smiles,
The sunshine in their lips,
Unforgettable tight hugs.

You angels of mankind -
Don't ever grow up.