Where does the joy flow from that fills my heart?
How am I drowned in sweet felicity?
What is the engine that will drive the start
Middle and end of all I do gladly?
From whence am I made happy and so lifted
Above the common cares of everyday,
The petty arguments - how are they sifted
And so diminished 'til they float away?
What is the source of my good humor? Why
Am I delighted though the sky is black?
What makes all bad conditions not apply
And fills for me all things that seem to lack?
Although it may be corny, you should know
It is my love of you that makes me so.
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