If ever you find If ever you shall find some happy burbling by my warméd face... It only can be It ever only could be a gift from upstream. She’s the Headwaters of my Happy. Her Light swims and flows down from her ever-giving Valley, set splash-tumbling down from her Pinnacle of Kind. I attributary every softening, every upturned mouth corner, each easing in my day to her flow of Truesweet. All joy flows from the Foothills of her Heart. The ones I bend to. The ones I thank. The ones I Kiss.