Paradise found
New sacred ground,
Overgrown
Unfenced, yet ours.
We'll walk
We'll talk
Holding hands
We plan under the stars.
Terris sound
We'll sweat our pound
Together
Our labours love,
New life sown
Spirits flown
Our success
Blessed from above.
Our paradisus
What she gives us
A hope
A future bliss,
Feelings strong
Heat and birdsong
This Englishman, his strength
All from a single kiss
Phil Hall September 2014
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