And I'll tell her, be like the borealus and how they are knowing steep and predictably North. But be as the auroras, and how they change their colors constantly. Forever causing people to stop and stare...

What is happy?
For when i'm with you i smile and laugh and my insides feel like fire,
and when i'm not i'm wishing i was.
Is happy this?
If so let my soul be brimful with happiness.

In the beginning
i was a single beam, gray-colorless
Then i met you,
and you showed me how the world was my prism.

My mind taunts me with a ghost of your cologne.

I told you that I need you to wait, a smile leaked onto the blank canvas that is your face, creating a masterpiece better than da Vinci's, and you asked How Long?