Response. Half of 32. Which makes 16.

 

 

My Girl

She looks at me with a pretty smile,
She makes my heart run thousand miles,
I feel so rejoiced I can't describe,
She is my girl; an apple of my eye

-Anonymous

(To me at least. But here’s the link where I found it, so maybe you can figure it out!  http://www.poemsforher.org/poem/1/ )

This poem is the typical cheesy boyfriend poem, (or so I would imagine… I’ve watched enough Hallmark movies to have a general idea of one…)

But, the cheesy lame-love aside, I really like one line. And I’m not sure if the author meant to write it this way, but the line that says, “I feel so rejoiced I can’t describe” (which technically makes no sense… but it rhymes, so who’s gonna question it?)

That part… “I feel… rejoiced.”

Rejoiced.

Don’t you just love it when people make you feel… rejoiced? Almost as if the fact that they love you somehow makes you feel like your very existence is a celebration? They celebrate you! They rejoice in the fact that you’re… you! They love you! They not only “Love you” but they really love you. They love who you are! The quirks that make up your awkward personality or those moments of silence that linger in the air when you’re thinking of something delightfully deep; whatever ‘you’ is! They love it. They love simply being around you! And you know that… they genuinely like… you!

So, when you walk into a room, you never have to feel weird, because you know that at least they are happy to see you; to be around you.

You feel rejoiced.

(And I just realized that my large ramble here is most likely not what the author meant at all... Oh well! I like my version.)