This Wisp, Happiness Poem by Ron Kilgore

This Wisp, Happiness



Love's lofty ambition
And the measure of Heaven,
More sought than gold,
Though through golden means,
This wisp, Happiness -
Disguised to be
The siren's caress.

No beckoning served
That demands a kiss,
Yet sweetly found
When love's requited,
Elusive Happiness -
Pursued beyond
What we possess.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fiona Davidson 18 January 2009

Lovely write Ron...enjoyed the flow of it...thank you...

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