By Renée 

how lovely it must be to walk with your soft hand in mine,

down an old beaten path,

where the only sounds we can hear are the songs of birds,

and our own laughter.

imagine,

to sit under an old tree together, 

watching the world pass by us.

there might be an ocean,

or a stretch of boundless land,

keeping us apart my darling, 

but never will you be far from my mind.

Happiness Editor: Chelsea Xu