The bliss of happiness,
is something I always seem to miss,
Is it beautiful to be happy?
I can see the joys of happiness...
but how can you truly know something exists if you cannot feel it yourself?
Happiness might have tried to enter my heart at some point...
But what was the point where I denied?
Should I have let it in....
Would I have been a differant person?
So many questions arise in this moment,
To see the lives happiness touches,
This final question gets me ever time.....
Why can't happiness Touch the life thats mine.
Healthy self evaluation, good for the soul.... Touching
There isn't any evidence that emotion exists, but we feel it within ourselves, and sometimes, just sometimes that's enough proof for me. Beautiful writing, I love this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Is it beautiful to be happy? I can see the joys of happiness...' Amazing write by amazing poet. Yikes! This shows your longing for happiness, It won't reach us. You have stretch a bet to reach it. I hope you hands long to reach it. ha! ha! ha!