I don’t think I could be happier.
I have given the matter some consideration,
And for want of a better explanation
I could not think of a reason why,
An earthly reason why I should be happier.
I’ve given my congratulations,
My dues, and my felicitations,
My all the bests, and all the rest,
And I mean it exactly whenever I mention
That I couldn’t be happier in the current situation.
Bitterness isn’t for me;
Nor unwieldy levity,
Hugs, screams and jumps and endless congratulations.
Have the benefit of my brevity,
My true, and heartbroken gravity
When I offer my friendly but broken resignation:
That I wish you the best, and all the rest,
And I ought to be happier –
I truly wish I were happier –
But I couldn’t be happier, despite your celebration.
But don’t take to heart what’s said above:
It’s all said in the most sincere love.
“No I’m not being passive aggressive or anything. I’m fine.”