Happiness is like a flower that blooms,
It is something that can never end,
Like a lily of the shadows to which flow down that great stream which never ends,
At the other end of the forest,
Leads to somewhere special,
Not something ordinary,
But something that indeed is special,
As the sun sets the birds have long gone to sleep,
I've finally found that special something,
To whoam we call Love,
Finally i've found the love of my life,
My knight,
He is the one,
The ocean is calling,
The dolphins are whistling,
Calling your name,
Its time to celebrate,
Love equals Happiness..
By: Mikhaela Collins
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