my boquet of joy

a boquet of roses
sit on my table today
they aren't as fresh
as they were yesterday
though they slowly wither away
yet grow more precious
as each second passes away
for it isn't the roses
but from they came,
that make them exquisite
for the fragnance
doesn't come from the roses
it comes from somewhere deeper
and is a lot more sweeter


the fragrance of friendship
- of love-

of sharing in someone's joy
of being someone's joy
of gaining so much happiness
out of just being there
and of feeling so great
just having someone to care

the roses may fade away
the memories never will
for even after they die
the frangrance lingers still

yeah so i'm kinda happy

the euphoria of success
especially when it isn't anticipated
is greater than chocolate fudge sundae
the joy of accomplishment
of having done "something"
is better than a nice romantic novel
the feeling when hard work bears fruit
is more than satisfaction
it gives you a purpose
to live..to strive harder
a sense that there is still
something right with the world
it is better than beautiful poetry
the feeling of feeling happy
ah.. so rare..so beautiful
is just pure ecstacy

that four letter word

ah the four letter word
that makes you feel
such a plethora of emotions
from esctacy to meloncholy
from joy to jeopardy
a myriad of feelings
a conglomeration of moods
ah all for that four letter word

they make films about it, write plays on it
sing about it, dance about it
laugh about it, cry over it
live for it, die for it
change yourselves
in a quest to find someone,
lose yourself over it
ah the things they do
and the things they say
the things they hope
the things they pray
all for that four letter word