Wonder in little things

There is wonder In the little things. A drop of rain,A bird that sings. Even a single random thought.When nothing is done But an imagining Of life,And how it could be,Should there be magic. And mysteries Were discovered To be, nothing more Than opportunities To grow Into ourselves.

And when I think Of you, The gentle touch And smell of you,The flush of blood That warms your skin, 

The way you look at me,When I chance to see Your face reflected In the mirror.

It makes me wonder. What did I do,To deserve so much?

But then,So easily,Almost without thinking,I remember. It is a joy, a treasure,To have this gift And it keeps me from Forgetting, 

Just how lucky we are,To have this chance,To live,And love, in wonder.