Happiness is your arm's length
And the width of your large hands
And the density of your smiles.
It is the light of your hair turned gray,
It is our moments together,
And the moments compose our years
And our laugh lines and gray hairs.
Happiness is my flowered gown
And the yellow of the sun
Under which we lay in the solemn quiet
Of our vows.
Happiness is the quietness of our glances,
The gazes we know,
The anger and penitence,
The sorrow and the moments unending.
Happiness is the devotion of our knotted hearts
Tied in inextricable bands
Stronger than gold or death.