How easy it was the times I'd found within my broken heart
to write the words that exposed my soul.
It seems that inspiration only came in my darkest hours.
How poetic it would be if I could find the words
to let the world know the happiness I've found.
The words that come to mind sound drippy and full of mush.
But oh, how the passion and joyous elation are real!
So much that I could run my fingers through and feel it's silkiness.
I could taste it's richness and let the aroma that is around me envelop my being.
But unlike a tangible delight that is all too soon consumed,
this is ever consuming and only seems to get sweeter with time.