Happiness


Happiness is when you find the one you’re supposed to love.
Happiness is as fine as a pure white dove. 
You’re never really happy till the love you give comes back. 
Until then your life is empty and pitch black.

All my life I never knew,
that someday I’d find a love so true.
Every moment I spend with you,
I get deeper in debt with my love for you.

With all the love in your sweet embrace,
there could never be a safer place.
As long as you have this love for me, 
I’ll be as happy as a man can be...



Arthur D. Serna

Copyright ©2000 Arthur Serna 

 

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