Happiness.

Oh, it is so pure,
And it feels, so amazingly
innocent.
When love reaches out and grabs you,
when you least expect it,
and everything,
seems
perfect.

You love everything, and
everything seems to love you.
This
Is
Bliss.

There was no reason for my
Sadness, no point to my sorrow,
for emotion once again claimed me...
And I am,
for the first time,
in what seems like years
Happy.