While happy, I can run the walk
While happy, I feel, indeed I hope that it will last
Alas, it never does, if one can judge by the past
...
But it comes back, this mood hasn't stopped visiting me
Sometimes the guest is daily, even when so brief
That, doubting senses, I think I had imagined it to be
Sometimes it lingers and foolishly I dream that it will stay
Of course it always leaves, but then comes back for tea.
Oh, muse, I'm sorry I have a shitty vocab and no sense of rhyme, but that makes me no less deserving of wasting your bandwidth. Happy VD. Don't forget to get tested.
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