What is Happiness?
Maybe its the way her hair swoops down and covers her eyes?
Or how about the way her lips curl delicately when she smiles?
Perhaps its how her hazel eyes sparkle when she giggles?
Possibly it could be the way the sun reflects off of her fair ivory skin.
It could be,
But no body knows except for Him.
Then again maybe he himself does not know,
For all one knows it could be an empty list.
Because what matters is what happens between them.
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