Confession

I’m so obsessed with your happiness
That I forget my own,
But I’m the happiest, happiest man
That I have ever known.

I’m so possessed with your smile, dear,
I picture it day and night,
And I am smiling ear to ear—
I feel it like a light.

I’m so enamored with your lips
They move in mine for hours;
And I have pressed my fingertips
With yours on fragile flowers.

I am so taken by words you speak—
They confiscate my soul—
That I’m a prisoner growing weak
From joy that’s hit its goal.

I am possessed, you know it’s true,
With all you say, and think and feel,
And I am lost in loving you,
Yet found and wound in my ideal.

I’m so obsessed with your happiness
That I forget my own;
Yet I’m the happiest, happiest man
That I have ever known.

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