What is happiness really?
Hands covering your body ever so gently,
Opening a card with passion filled words from a lover
The smiles you share deeply with one another,
Or
The dance of tongues leading to forbidden sins
How they make you laugh and play like you were both still teens,
Filling that place in your heart that had been left bare and empty,
Opening your eyes to see what they see,
Maybe
Being taken back to a beautiful place,
To retrace steps that sands of time tried to replace,
To reopen a door, locked, never to let another enter,
Accepting the feeling of your heart as it whimpers,
Knocking off all the books of your inner shelf,
Replacing them, to look into ones self expectance of self.