“Joy”
Happiness.
Oh how many greater words I could use:
What eloquence,
What marvels,
What intricacies,
Oh what most unpatterned qualities!
Such confusion in the matter that it may be called:
                    Life.
Yet it is not life,
Though no one living does dream of life without it,
For there is always only one of two ways it appears:
Through the scars,
                     The kisses,
                            The waiting,
                                         and laughter…
There is only the happy presence
Or the sorrowful lack of
                 Love.