I'm walking on air,
Happiness spreads through me in tendrils,
as if wings have sprouted forth.
There is no cloud nine,
just miles of sky for me to soar through,
and yell how much I adore you.
How lucky I am,
How happy I am.
But I couldn't.
I'm too shy,
All I can do is to whisper these words,
into the corner of pages,
that will never be read.