Happiness Poem by rose red

happiness
i word i rarely
used to describe myself
while I'd seen much beauty
the pain was more recent
the dominator of my thoughts
the seemingly more real world
but loving you
reminded me of the important fact
that both pain and beauty
are of but one world
and while not a balancing act
both will always be present
so while not continually happy
I'm peaceful of a sort
with those short
interludes of both
happiness and sorrow
but now destroyed by you
is that dispair
that would creep up on me
leaving me drained
and thus i no longer
exclude myself
from the world
of which beauty is derived