Happiness

Happiness
By Tatiana Pahlen

Happiness approaches slowly
More often when least expected
Air stifles breathing, swallowing,
As 'tis always before the tempest.
There stirs in the body a surge electric,
Through strained veins
Blood is boiling.
You sing with birds
As they greet the morning,
Since in your heart a nest has lodged.
Happiness approaches slowly,
Cherish this child uphold its lust:
Don't enrage air with vexing swallowing;
Bliss may vanish quick like a gust.