The Happiness

[THE WRITER]
I have tried and tried
To remember what I felt but

All I can recall is the happiness
In my heart, in my mind
Dark and sweet and warm and blind

All I can recall is the happiness
No remorse, no regret
Not a pang of shame and yet

He'll never love me in return
Never worship, never yearn
He'll never kiss me, not again
Not the way he kissed me then

But I love him
I love him, I love him
Oh, I know he belongs to Rose
But I love him
I love him
And the happiness grows
And grows and grows

All I can recall is the happiness
New and strange, pure and deep
Clear and bright and mine to keep

Although there's not a chance
However small
That he will ever love me
It doesn't seem to matter

The happiness
The happiness
The happiness is all