Happier Than Happy

Written May, 1975

Last night I met a gentle man
who opened doors in my life
I never thought existed,
Shut up the wounds of my heart
with the gift of his words-
And he made me smile real smiles
for the first time in a long time.
And I was happier
than happy...

I don't know where I'm going , God.
I'm so confused and hurt inside.
Don't look down on me,
but don't look away.
Give me answers before
I make mistakes.

Last night I met a gentle man.
Why am I so guilty about happiness?
Why am I so afraid of love?
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(That was 34 years ago.
I married that gentle man.)