Happiness

I let she flies

I’m afraid to be too happy!

I treat my happiness as a guest

Without much intimacy.

I know she always brings her suitcase

As she pleases.

However I wear my best outfit

I put fresh flowers on the table

I make poems and that’s it.

But if she wants,

I let she flies

As I let lovingly a little bird fly,

I share happiness in little pieces

And when she leaves

I always have a spare dose with me

That miraculously

Lasts forever.