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by Shaara
Rated: 13+ · Book · Romance/Love · #871476
Love is precious, but it's also difficult, and it has it moments of insanity.
#692489 added April 6, 2010 at 10:29pm
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Happiness
She was searching for happiness. Did she find it?


A Writer's Cramp entry: a triolet, 4 stanzas on happiness




Happiness



Like restless children, they all clustered about her,
Asking her to sing or to sign one more autograph.
They treated her as if she were sweet cherry liqueur.
Like restless children, they all clustered about her:
The voyeurs, the amateurs, even her own chauffeur,
Her countless fans, the novelist, the doctor, her staff.
Like restless children, they all clustered about her,
Asking her to sing or to sign one more autograph.


But I, her lover, I’d become the worst of the bunch
I ignored all her pleas, my darling, sweet Genevieve,
While I dallied with the ladies, taking them to lunch.
But I, her lover, I’d become the worst of the bunch
I should have known better, should have had a good hunch
That she was so unhappy and preparing to leave
But I, her lover, I’d become the worst of the bunch
I ignored all her pleas, my darling, sweet Genevieve.


What does it take to push your love off the edge?
Why was I sightless and so immune to her tears?
I thought I’d done all when I gave her my pledge.
What does it take to push your love off the edge?
I was cruel, but I never thought she’d jump off that ledge.
And now I’ll love her forever throughout all my years.
What does it take to push your love off the edge?
Why was I sightless and so immune to her tears?


Perhaps she found happiness, gazing up at the moon.
Swathed in her furs, as usual; she was quite risqué.
For her body was nude inside that fuzzy cocoon.
Perhaps she found happiness, gazing up at the moon
While holding my old guitar that was never in tune.
Though I’d given her diamonds and an orchid bouquet.
Perhaps she found happiness, gazing up at the moon
Swathed in her furs, as usual, she was quite risqué.

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