In a state
In a state of solitude, and miles away from pains,
I yearn to reside, in a house, of clouds
and rains;
Love shall be the roof, and happiness its
ceiling,
The cool breeze and the creek’ll make
life healing.
Where love’ll find its place, in the soul
and the heart,
Where hatred will die, anger will stay,
miles apart,
Where birds will chatter, staying
fearless and glee,
The knowledge shall shine, and the
darkness will flee.
Bliss will be the treasure, stash of care
will be safe,
And those trying to steal it, will face
fierce strafe,
Music will be soothing and the dance will
be slow,
My arms around her waist, brighter shall
she glow.
My kiss on her forehead’ll bring love,
care and joy,
She will rest in my arms, and shall feel
like a coy,
Hugging her tight will make her melt like
snow,
She’ll urge to kiss me and my neck’ll
have to bow.
To her, will belong, my love, happiness
and smile,
Our love shall be pure and nothing can do
rile.
Where shall I find if doth exist a place
like this?
But I shall find, and my labor would not
go amiss.
Where are thee, my beloved, my life and
my beat?
Afraid, alone I can’t find, the address
of that street,
Where there’s home of dreams, yours and
mine,
Come fast; and for you, don’t make me
pine.
Come fast; and for you, don’t make me
pine.
Come fast; and for you, don’t make me
pine.
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