That twinkle in your eye—a pretty little bundle of light going toe to toe, fist to fist with Sirius vying for the highest howl of bright. How my origami heart folds into countless variations of adoration when you floor me with your red-hot knuckle punch. So lay into me deep, smack me with another kiss. Bring me to my knees. Humble me. Take me back to my shimmering origins. It’s a wonder how we so thimble-sized when born grow to achieve such gargantuan goals. That twinkle in your eye—could be a child soon to arrive. Or a combustible love waiting to wildfire its way into the real.