The meadow enamel with sodden dew, the Gaillardias fizzle gently in the breeze. A narrow pellucid brook flows calmly while the crusty trout swim swiftly in it. Your smile is beguiling with your eyes bathe in tears and the crowd as exuberant as they can be. The ring gleaming proudly in our hands with the promise of perennial crafted on the stone, it was the fourth time I fell in love with you.

I wanna scream this pain
Throw it to the room through my vein
Like thunder in pouring rain

Do you feel it?
The rising sun,
The blooming lilies,
The chirping birds,
The cooling breeze.
Do you feel it?
Caress by a mother,
Soft hug by a brother,
A kiss by the lover,
Sweet time with a friend forever.
Do you feel it?
The favorite read,
The favorite tune,
My favorite play,
And, oh the full moon.
Now, do you feel it?
No, I don't.
I can't find the source.
Again, I asked myself,
What is it that you seek?
A meagre amount of pure
Happiness.