The Bottle of Happiness

Picture this image I have in my head....
This old bottle I keep beside my bed...
It appears empty to most people staring..
The image I see ... however I won't go sharing
I see you through this bottle of happiness.....
See you smiling , you are intoxicating
I hear you whisper, your sweet nothings
They make me smile...
My toes they cringe...
A little bit of happiness this bottle brings...
Do you see me smile...I haven't for a while
This world's unfair... Love does not always work both ways
Its just a one way street sometimes...sometimes made of sand next to empty bays
I walk on sand and shells alike...
Its like an uphill battle ... a difficult hike...
I usually paddle on rafts alone...
No life jacket...No bags of wishbone
I carry my bottle with me through the storms...
Ur face lights up the bottle and keeps me warm
Its my light through the darkness... my lighthouse at sea
The waves lash at me with fury and rage...
I fight helplessly like a lion in a cage..
I lose my paddle along the way...
I clutch my bottle for dear life..I say
I won't let you go...Ur all I've got
I've held this bottle tight..many storms like this I've fought..
Winds and rains don't scare me...after all its love that I sought
So am I being tested...?
So much love in this I've vested
My prayers have failed me before..
Didn't make me stop believing in him
So why then should I give up on love
My bottle still glows...It shines bright
Blinding me at times....a reminder perhaps of faith and glory
My bottle it holds in its body a beautiful story...
They say men who've lost in love... take to the bottle...
But my bottle is different... it stores no drink
It stores this image of a beautiful girl ...and at times I see her playfully wink
One day the storm might hit me harder.. and I may lose my fight
My bottle might drift away on waters calm...
Fresh off a storm....and out of sight
That day I may grieve my loss..My love lost..
These thoughts on many occasions , through my mind have crossed
And may be one day I'll get a rude awakening
That inevitable day of reckoning ....
Until then however, I will endure...
Walk this path I shall, through its tenure...

A little bit of happiness this bottle brings
A story of finding happiness in the little things......

For bottles that sometimes float out of reach.....For hearts that remember and preach.