I love to feel contentment.
It always gives me satisfaction.
It comforts and relaxes,
And is a beautiful distraction.
It makes me warm and cozy.
It gives me a definite direction.
And whatever I may be doing,
I shall keep a sweet reflection.
Wherever that I may be,
I hope it shall stay forever.
To cherish and to hold it,
And to let it go - I do say: never.
I then believe the world is right
And I can feel no pain.
But should contentment leave me,
Will it ever come again?