Blissful Happiness
He walks away with an arrogant stride
My cheeks burn a rosy red, He stole my pride
I'm happy it's gone. One can't be prideful in Love and Lust
My happiness is like a huge bubble, I'm waiting for it to bust
Though while I wait, I'll drink him in
Some might think it's a sin
How wonderfully happy will we be, dancing to the rhythm of our own beat
When we walk hand in hand down sidewalk streets
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