Of Half and Harder Happiness-es

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Love cries tears, hard; a begging bard

Where ink and hunger presses

Her half-confessions to a page

That keen conscience undresses

Half-truths and pride may try to hide

And feign half-happiness-es

The pen’s full weakness uses words

To pretend love’s successes

The tongue is ruthless and uncouth

There love trips and transgresses

It mangles, tangles, strangles joy

And would-be happiness-es

I wish the air could be wiped bare

Where poor word-choice expresses

The weakness of this thing called love

That hurts and haunts heart-tresses

There is no brush quite large enough

To vanquish uttered yeses

…because we care, tears rend the air

With harder happiness-es

© Janet Martin

Some happiness-es are plainly and simply... harder; but they still count!