Oh fair times that fate bestow
Happy days without sorrow or woe
Yet can I catalogue these fair?
Can I write my great fortune there?
No, for I, am plagued with a curse
A terrible horror we poets immerse
I cannot describe the life of joy
Emotion lost when my adjectives toy
No, I am given to the dread of love
The destruction of heart break
And death of all above
Leave me here, and if I do not respond
It's due to happiness and good
Because better my silence
Or worry I would