Paradise

Paradise

If one were to ever ask if I would recognize
Or realize when I was in paradise.
I would say " why yes I've been!"
But it might not be where you think
It's not Palm trees, sand and some mixed drink.
It is a place that makes me grin.

Wether it's warm or cold
Their is no one I'd rather hold.
Cuddling and holding hands.
Beautiful eyes and sweet kisses
If I had a genie, she would be all three wishes.
Laying there in the night, listening to the bands.

Abbracciare, and whisper sweet things
Thoughts drift of what tomorrow brings.
You see, paradise is not just a place.
Paradise can be finding that special someone
You feel like you've just hit a home run!
Where you can't wait to see their face.