We are all of us birds of paradise
So why isn’t this life joyous; I suppose
It is for a few, but for, me and you
I’m not sure what we can do; I’m not oppose
To happiness, and nor are you, what price
Are ecstasy and bliss, can we pursue it.
Can-it-be achieved by, me and you?
Love, where’s our nirvana to be found.
My heart is crimson, and it bleeds ablest
Having established your scent like a hound
Loving you and yet it hurts deeply too,
Because we can’t, achieve something sacred.
This world is a garden without harmony,
But it is entwined with sweet honeysuckle.
Bee’s tirelessly work; return a blessing
Yet carry; still a sting, life’s such a puzzle.
There’s a great beauty but disharmony,
With you, there’s no more need for acquiescing.
We are all of us birds of paradise
I am joyous for this pleasant evening
For the sunset, having spent it with you
Every day our bounty – increasing
So together what can be, optimise
What more, what more can we expect now due?
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