The Eyes of Happiness

I have met the lovely eyes of happiness and adored her from afar
So wonderful, enchanting, unique
Where does she go when the door opens slightly
Cool wind blowing in to change her complexion
Droplets spraying from her carousel as she guards her perfect smile
The words fall from my lips like strange thorns from love affairs gone by
Remnants to slip on, fear awaiting
My foot twists slightly in the door way trying to catch another glance
As she runs laughing from me
My eyes scan the horizon wanting her back, realizing what she was
Reaching for something that has been here all along.

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