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HAPPINESS
I must confess
I do not know
How to describe
This soft, sweet glow.
It’s like a matchbox
Struck in your chest,
Yet cool like rain
On heated breath.
As a writer,
I’m forced to tell
Of things that others
Can’t tell well.
Well if I could
I’d tell you, sincerely,
But you must find it
To know it clearly.
Happiness
Is like our clothes,
So tailor-made
That no one knows
Just where it is
Inside each soul,
The food it craves
Past our control.
And now I find
This fuzzy feeling
Comes out for you,
My heart now reeling.
I’m like a child,
Demeaned to this -
These simple words,
This simple bliss.
But that’s alright,
If I must confess,
So let’s enjoy
This happiness.
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