Happy as the sun that shine
I want me to be
Never ending love we found
just for you and me
When I’m happy I will laugh
and it will sound like rain
then I’ll have no sorrow
away with all the pain
Happy is like precious stones
money could not buy
Not a deep black sorrow
or a falling sigh
Happy is a rolling sea
on the sandy shore
It covers miles and miles of land
like it never did before
(People would never be happy if they always look for the ïngrediants' of happyness and never be able to life live at it's fullest if they always wonder aboud the purpose of life.)
Sylvia Prinsloo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-27/
