I was asked once
And always
By so many people what I want
By the silent voices
That scream for an answer

What I want?
Happiness.

Happiness that is selfless
The kind of happiness as warm as an afternoon breeze
Refreshing and not scalding.

Happiness that is warm
Like a tender hug filled with satisfaction of love
And promises of echoing peace that runs the autumn night
When a single red leaf makes no sound but all the difference.

Happiness that is patient, infectious and giving.
The happiness that is kind and nurturing.

And I know, if I have that happiness,
It's all I have ever wanted so that I can perish in peace.