I remember it. It's a memory.
Sad to think that's all it'll be.

Happiness comes and goes.
But God, gone maybe, who will know?

How sad to think as I watch it drift.
Cherish it as if it's a gift.

I speak in past tense as it is, it was.
Lonely in isle, ache is my cause.

Happy no more, will it ever return?
My heart aches, for it, I still yearn.

A love so sweet, pure in form.
Icy hearts melted in desire so warm.

But I can no longer recall such emotion.
It's as if I never felt your devotion.

The feeling it seems, gone in haste.
Funny though, I long for its taste.

Sad to think of a memory come to pass.
Shattered heart, pieces broken like glass.

Happiness, a state of mind they say.
Say, I, recollections fade in dark dismay.

Disillusioned into thinking a feeling remains.
For all of eternity, folklore's invention for pain.

Happiness is a facade, ebbs and flows.
Only appears once, lost at sea, I suppose.