Morrow a mischievous glint I seek,
For it is a sight not for the meek,
Wretches my soul, it does all day,
Tugs at my heart to take her away.
Everyone seeks happiness,
Little as it maybe,
A vestige of a commodity,
It’s there one moment,
Not in the very next,
You never know when it’s there,
Disappears like any jest.
This rift between us
Is not a surprise
It’s long been growing
We just kept averting our eyes