Joy, a poem

Joy requires your gentle presence,

I'm happiest when you're around:

Life takes on a special essence:

Brilliant lights with symphonic sound.

Please don't think of me as happy,

That simple word is much too tame:

I'm ecstatic, and I'm weepy,

Full of wonder, and love unshamed.

You are for me, my nourishment,

My sustenance, necessity,

Exquisite peace, pure contentment,

My true hope in eternity.