I make you happy

William Hromada

Your words land soft as morning light,

a quiet spark that lifts the room.

I’m glad to make you happy—

and happier still that you told me so.

No grander prize than this small truth:

a heart, unarmored, saying thank you.

So here’s my echo, warm and true—

I’m glad you’re glad.

The joy loops back,

and we both win.

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