Yes

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Happiness has done this to me
Why? I don't know.
I think it might not be the happiness that's done it,
It might be the wondering,
Wondering what is wrong with the world,
Not that I would be as lucky as to find someone like you,
There's nothing wrong with that,
But that you would feel the same way about me,
That I just cannot comprehend.
I am a no one,
A no body,
An unexistance,
And yet you still said it,
You still said yes.
I love that word, yes,
So much meaning,
More than you could ever imagine,
More than I could ever imagine,
Three times I have asked,
And three times I have been told,
Yes.
What is wrong with the world?
The reply I wish for,
The reply I dream of,
But never expect to hear,
Though I always do.
Yes
Yes
Yes