Happiness Poem

Over the damp sand, across the shore,
hand in hand, their loving hearts soar,
daylight or moonshine, regardless of which,
true lovers are happy.

Through the woods on a dark black night,
arms locked, hands clasped, and fingers laced tight,
starlight or none, it doesn't matter to either,
true lovers are happy.

Living in a box, or in a mansion on a hilltop,
a huge diamond ring, or a simple string tied in a knot,
is happiness only materialistic?
because true lovers are always happy.

In sickness or in health, poverty or wealth,
close together or miles away, whatever they are dealt,
as long as they have one another,
true lovers are happy.