Is this happiness?

Decided to give drunk writing a try. These goblins keep drinking all my wine though. So, I have drink my glass fast to keep them away.

For the first time, someone wants to grasp my heart

Without me giving it away

Is this what love is?

They brush it's ragged edges with care

Why am I crying?

With a smile they take it with strong hands

Why am I not stopping them?

They kiss it with soft lips and hold it close

I do not dare move

Or breath

Am I not too much?

Laughing, they take my hands and we move forward

Into what could be happiness