Happiness

Happiness, I don't think I've truly met you,

Like a pleasure to true to pursue.

You move like a buzzing bee,

Darting from one flower to another or three.

I watch as a child would in surprise,

As I see you take residence in other peoples eyes.

Smiles appearing,

Like dark clouds clearing.

You tempt me with you're invitation,

But I fear elation.

Scared to see what may be,

To be truly happy.