Happiness

How does happiness make you feel?

Warm and soft like freshly made candy floss?

Her gracious plumes of every face;

Return a merry voices of debate,

Stretched like a ray along the turbid beach,—

Read in my vision on thy pallid brow,

They flow no single truth as well;

My eyes swell when I think of her

Is her voice the true essence of my happiness ?

Or, am I lost in translation?

Lost in a lie

Or does happiness engulf me?

Cherished the electric air,

She filled a slender one,

Hold the bright harp without her hills,

Kneel, write for every word;

Smiled on her child at each sweet spell—

She stood with a close and gentle grace,

White pearls around her way,

Deep in my heart, I drew a voice,

Spring came to our little room,

Life feels better when the flowers bloom