Happiness Poem by David Whalen

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When all the stars align...

It was palpable, the happiness
That radiated from her face
One that almost glowed
And as her demeanor showed
That she was in
a most precious place

Eager her stride
Her smiling eyes
Her patent pride
Gave obvious rise
That the lucky lad
Who walked by her side
Was the apple of her eyes

We're blessed far too few times
With happiness without bound
It seems to be
The domain you see
Of youth…and of love
…newly found…

Tis bittersweet the knowing
That lovely glowing
T'was ne'er meant to last
But will still morph
Into a misty warm memory
Sequestered in an old ladies past

Times of happiness
sublime
when all the stars
…align…


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