Happiness is like when you feel the Sun the warm sensation as it tans you and you and it become one, but don't let it burn you because it may happen quick then all the time you've wasted just to feel sick, the heat may be nice but so can be in the cold like some trees that don't die and wither and still get to grow old.
My happiness is still burning like the star of the Sun all the bright ambassadors we may receive before each day is done.
Now nighttime Has Fallen and the stars have come back to our homes, we laid to rest are sore and aching in are bones and to sleep away with stress but when we have awoken I pray you are still near as I lay there still hoping but I am struck by the fear for if you are not still by my side as Gentle to touch every Star will be broken and then to cry I must.