Sorrows are easy
to write about.
Infinite amounts of metaphors
can be made about
darkness
and sadness
and strife.

But now that I am happy
how can I continue
with what I love?
Where is the fun
in describing my joy?
Will you be
bored?
There are only so many ways
I can tell you I'm in love.
I love him.
I love him.
He makes me
love myself.
If I tell you
can you please just
be happy for me?