Happiness Poem by Mercy R Wildfire

At times she might wear a veil,
as her modesty does entail.

but when she lifts it up for you, to whom she makes her happy stride,
she giggles come sit by my side.

engaging you with glittering eyes, everything shimmers while she dines. partaking of your meal of life, her sweet Perfume of loosestrife.

her Gentle touch, a calming balm.
she claps plump hands to her own song. a smile, a touch a little hope, is our main course, but here's a trope.

there's much too little but not quite, It's there for you, that's life's delight. love, passion and growth, may come along but we make no oath.

don't fill your stomach to your hearts content. Her payments here are inconstant. and make a choice, mind how you choose, for choosing is just what you do.

If done right then on the side, we might reward you with peace of mind. And happiness will come and go. her face, for long, she doesn't show.