Happiness – Hearts Still Care

This is not what I choose to feel,
When all I did was hold you dear;
I’m now hurt with no hope to heal
And instead of love, I taste fear.

The days of happiness die fast,
The tangled moments have no respite,
What will, eventually, last
Is gathered pain, after each fight.

I find that I must cringe and rue
The pain of life, the loss of love,
Who must I relegate blame to:
A devil below, a god above?

But I walked with open eyes,
Thinking this is what should be done
To hold joy before it wilts and dies,
To gather flowers under the sun.

If the skies greyed and storms began,
What matter who merits the blame;
All that counts is I was my own man,
Who held to each rule of this game.

Happiness entered with love.

Its intensity decreased.

It bursts in random fits now,

Yet it hasn’t fully ceased.

I hope due to memory

Of each and every touch;

But I try not to complain –

At least, not so very much.

Is this all that’s left behind:

A touch here, a smile there?

Yes, most loving’s done alone,

In dreams built from empty air.

But my fear is this

That I will never realize,

If this is love’s truth

As seen from its own eyes?

I could free this happiness,

For one that seems more,

But then I remember

I have done this before.

Do I need to reach out,

While holding this one true,

And find in other smiles

What I often found in you?

Is this what love had to show

To make me notice the grey,

In love’s battle of colours,

Is this how we make it stay?

Tag: Happiness