Too Happy

Too Happy

Too happy in days before;
Your soft hair against my face.
And now I know that I'm sure
What I desire in his place.

My heart constantly sobs
But my eyes remain dry.
Feeling that I've been robbed
I heave a heavy sigh.

The night is wearing on,
Beside me no one lies.
It's getting near to dawn,
My hopes are loathe to die.

Too happy that night beside you,
Why did it have to pass?
Now I know I love you,
But that night could never last.

(I would like to note that I recently married the man this poem was written about. It seems there are some happy endings after all. )