I allowed the truth

To cloud my vision,

But all it really did

Was to keep from

Seeing the stars.

I allowed my happiness

To be held in the hands

That would also hold my heart,

I was blind to the dagger

She would use to pierce my heart.

Now after so much time

The pain and the clouds fade,

Once again, I see the stars

And they are more beautiful

Seen with my eyes ablaze.

So here is to truth and happiness,

Because I believe they do exist,

In the minds of romantic lovers

And in-between pages of fairytales,

As for me, I remember them well.