You found what you wanted
In unworthy arms
Stained by fumbling fingers
And hasty thrusts

You lost what you hated
With such passion
Beneath a willow tree
With wet dirt as your pillow
And worms as your satin sheets

But you’ve returned with a smile
Wide enough to wrap around the base of a mountain
Ten times over
So how can I be sad
When your happiness burns brighter
Than every star in the sky