They say loneliness is the key to a great poem and heartbreaks for a masterpiece. I guess for more than ten years, I was happy. I am happy. I will be happy; for the rest of my life. Because of you.
The last time I wrote a decent poem was before you loved me. I have never written a single sentence since.
I have always been a writer for sweet, sad poems. Prose of loves death and misery. I was a master of tears and heartaches, and I longed for those moments.
For the past ten years I have been trying so hard to write. But I never knew how to write about happiness. I never learned to paint words with love unconditional, to love and be loved in return. So I kept silent.
For more than ten years I have basked in the sunlight of your smile and the way you look my way. For years on end I have no words to express the smile that lines my face when I am with you.
I never learned how to rhyme love with happy, hearts with smiles, kisses with sunlight, hugs with skies. But I mastered love and goodbyes, hearts and misery, kisses and heartbreaks, embrace with letting go.
But our love was forever, and so on it goes.
These years in your arms, I must have learned something new. Though struggling I surely will be, I will write our love songs for all to see; that pain is not for good and goodbyes are not forever. Love will find its way through farewells and heartaches.
To write about happiness is harder than it seems. As long as you are with me, happiness will write for me.
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