To be in a revolving happiness,
Is a wish to be granted sparsely.
It's a rare gift for those,
Who have  been through the struggles that no one should have to.

To think of myself as "one of those",
Is a new, unfamiliar feeling.
I believe I  deserve this forever bliss,
But tis new regardless, and somewhat unwelcome in the dull reality I've succumbed my mind to.

I am the all "deserving" creature that you see fit to grant happiness... Peace.
Of all things peace.
Too early in my life to have earned this,
Give it to someone who has only a short while to enjoy it before their judgement day.
I can wait, there is always time.
I can wait.

No? Those have not earned.
Well okay,
Then lay my earned happiness, peace, bliss upon my soul until it shines through.
You have given me this eternal happiness an for that I am forever grateful.
And of course,
Happy.

I am Eunoia.
I do not faulter.
Let me in,
Enjoy the splendor,
Of this new state of mind.

We'll synchronize our hearts,
And play sweet music to the beat.
Our love will be forever,
In our souls and in the sheets.

We'll bump and sway,
To that rhythm in our hearts.
And we'll never faulter,
To where it ends, from where it starts.

We'll listen to that melody,
Coming from inside.
And you'll know in your heart,
I'll always be by your side.