Joy, some say it comes with money
others, its derived from love
few would say that it is a symphony
many, it lies with god above
i feel happy and blessed to be me
for i have little but enough of each
just an hour to set my heart free
as i recall what my memory can reach
i turned and found a familiar smile
unlocking the chains that bounded my heart
a voice unheard all this while
the white noise stops and the music starts
her beautiful face and tender fringe
lime green shirt and pitch black pants
sitting down i start to cringe
nervous but happy for its love i sense
music unmatched to the sound of her laughter
mountains overwhelmed by the majesty of her grace
combining a thousand sunsets together
a sight easily surpassed by the beauty of her face
with what little i have i paid for her meal
was well returned by the thanks she gave
those hands so tender and eyes surreal
that made me forget how to behave
loving a flower before it blooms
far from love we are just friends
dreaming myself as her wedding groom
staying with her until the end
many have their own definition of joy
depending on what you would prefer
what ? where? when? is considered joy?
to me its whom, to me its her
