Have you been to paradise; don’t tell me about it, not because of my jealously but because I think it is different for everyone. Where Paradise Grows… that can be the only explanation as to why I have not found it yet; I can’t grow it alone though.
Colors spring up
Clothes, shoes
Like fallen leaves
But did we choose
This love
Yet not so tough
To love you
Rivers falling
Like me and you
Cascading down
What we do
More than awing
Under birds calling
Being with you
Burning and yearning
All of us far
But reaching
For the stars
Learning
Bodies turning
Not in the dark
Others
Not here
Free and bare
Only us dear
Paradise is us
You not any other
Wanted so near
And life
Is given reason
To grow
Our love not a season
A future so bright
This is paradise
You’re my reason
To know
Of love
Nature, biology, and wild
You’re all I’m dreaming of
Where my paradise grows
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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