Happiness. It's relative.
My answer to the question is yes.

Love is a place.
Yes is a world.
Two lines from a very short poem by E. E. Cummings.
The words are engraved on the underside of the silver bracelet I wear almost every day. I would have done the topside, but I didn’t want people leaning over to see what was written. Better it be my secret. I’m the one the words speak to, after all.
It’s good to have special words, though. Very anchoring. And the more they’re your own find or maybe your own original words, the better. It’s like a lucky rock you keep in your pocket because you found it on a beautiful beach and the rock feels perfect in your hand.
Anyway, these eight words are the rock in my pocket.
Lovely words.