True happiness is achieved
When we learn to believe.
Is it not better to tell,
Than to forget and feel felled?

It's your inner emotion
Your small little notions,
That stop you from fleeing
And keep you seeing.

The light of the day
Will urge you to stay
Letting you feel bright and new
Like a light mornings dew

Happiness is what you make it,
So go on and embrace it.
For when you turn your back
It may all have gone black.

What is more divine
Than the feeling of wonder
When you sit down with a book
And it takes you away like the wind with a leaf?
When you discover such a thing
Just open a book
And there you shall find me.

Beautiful bluebells blanket the beach
Basking in belief and beauty
Never a need or to neat,
Never a need to worry.

His arms a blanket
His kiss a luxury
His words a melody
His smile a light
His eyes an escape
All I need is Him.

Seeing is believing,
though we often only look,
missing what we believe,
and seeing nothing.
What a funny routine to be caught up in.

True love cannot die
If it is never found
In the first place.