Can someone write me a happy poem?

My name used to be Slap-Happy Hiram but too many people took me up on it.

All of my writings are Happy's.

Poems work by contraries; each holds an opposite box.

The saddest poems are joyful. If this seems a paradox,

Consider: the moment you hear someone declare that she is free,

A question forms inside your mind: _why is she telling me?_

And the instant that she says that she is miserable and sad,

You stop and stamp your mental feet: _oh, it's really not that bad._

Happy or sad are never quite in stasis.

There is no reasonable way to know which one should be one's basis.

If that's the case, but it happens that the sun shines like a flame

You may think you are miserable, but you'll be happy all the same.