Happiness comes as giddy

sense,

multiple forms;

mixtures of pink a yellow,

a soft sigh,

bubbles of laughter,

completely in the moment,

quiet waves lapping at your

feet contently.

Joy comes as a wildfire,

quickly overwhelming,

mostly surprise,

anything but quiet.

Don’t get them confused

Joy comes with a quick fuse,

Joy comes with a punch,

Happiness would rather not.