Alone, but happy.

I know not of true love,

I know only of the free-lying dove.

I have never been blissfully embraced,

I have calmly felt the wind on my face.

Lonely I am in this world,

Yet my happiness has never been hurled.

How is it that I am alone and happy?

Shouldn’t I be depressed and angry?

It doesn’t matter anyway,

For I am happy where I lay.

Love would be pleasant for me,

Although being alone still has its glee.

“Alone, but happy” perfectly describes me…