Fleetingly Perfect Happiness
Worth living a lifetime to experience even just once
You placed a crown upon my head on this very day
My face graced a smile that made my eyes shine,
On a beach of pure white sand and pure blue seas
The sun was shining, both blessed on a day so fine.
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Happiness was bliss, I couldn’t have ask for more
My time had finally arrived and the world was mine,
White sand, bare feet, black jeans and silver rings
A palm tree, bending in the wind, our glorious shrine.
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It had been twenty years since I’d felt such happiness
A day that was both pivotal and importance combine,
I watched as you cried in joy, the truth finally revealed
We had both waited for ever so long for just this sign.
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That memory is tucked into my heart, never forgotten
Like it all happened just yesterday, our hands entwine,
Happiness this pure doesn’t come around that often
So I give way to my grief today, is it any wonder I pine?
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Our day was different combinations of black and white
It was so typically us, unspoken but organised by design,
You and your best friend both draped from head to toe
In the blackness of your heart, shrivelled and evil malign.
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I learned bitterly, that ecstatic happiness is way too high
The fall back to earth a sudden drop, not a slow decline,
If ever given the choice, I’d live happily that day again
Because that type of happiness even for a day is divine.
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Nineteen years have passed since, do you often wonder
As I do, if we individually attempted to go out and find,
Did you feel happiness once again as pure as that day
Or like me, you knew our day would forever outshine?
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Very beautiful!