To my dearest Happiness,

I search but never find.

I CRY OUT, to no reply.

My heart can not live without you,

But my mind's gradually starting to doubt you. 

Days, weeks, months pass me by,

Still i hold on to hope, not wanting to let it die.

I lay in my bed dreaming, of what we could be,

I wake up, and its my new companion sadness that comforts me.

Oh Happiness, was it me who did you wrong?

Perhaps I misunderstood you all along.

Were the abundant gifts of money and success not what you desired?

Or was it my constant flings with greed which left you tired?

I made sure you were always well groomed,

Perfumes, designer clothes, what you wanted? I assumed.

Looking back now, that was for judgement, not you,

You needed love. Its a shame, I neglected her too.

This emptiness is becoming hard to bare,

Happiness, there's really nothing there.

My need for you is strong,

Sometimes I feel too weak to go on.

I really wish to see you again someday,

Maybe then, I'll treat you better, and you'll stay.

As for now, am associated with being troubled and depressed 

but little do they know am waiting on you...my Happiness