Guessing which way, you are thinking, is an impossibility,
because it is like staring into the sun,
and I am blinded by you,
and I always admire the spontaneity,
which you throw at me regularly,
and I never expect anything but surprise,
and from surprise it is too late to run,
and I have been surprised by you constantly,
for you are full of joy and are never dull,
never dull at all,
for you are like a happy form of Russian roulette,
and I sit here,
and everything you do is so eccentric and zany,
and, in your presence, I feel alive,
and I am inspired by you and by your craziness,
for it is like staring at the sun,
and so bright and beautiful
and how wonderful it is to be blessed by you,
and by your company,
for with you we walk as fast as we run,
we laugh as in a lunatic asylum,
we laugh as hard as they come,
and boy do we have some fun,
boy do we have some fun!