Tuesday, January 24, 2012

HAPPINESS


HAPPINESS

I don’t know why I write.
I don’t know why I breathe.
I know that this is trite.
I want others to see,

And if they do not see,
They will not understand.
The Love felt within me,
Expressly felt for man.

Love for love’s sake is pure
Need never be returned!
 Love is returned, and sure,
Now happiness confirmed.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for my smile this morning. I enjoyed your poem.

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