Paper Hearts [Part 1] -- Bliss

There is a place where summer dances with winter,
Where the clouds are shaped like small woodland creatures,
Where cotton-ball rabbits bound through the empty sky,
And foxes creep stealthily over the sun.

There is a place where wildflowers grow and flourish,
Where their petals never wilt and never fade,
Where scarlet roses whisper to the bluebells,
Their secrets carried by the wind.

There is a place where beauty is unnecessary,
Where everyone is kind and no one is shunned,
Where friendships strengthen with age,
The words fat and ugly simply non-existent.

There is a place where love can bloom,
Where newlyweds bask in the glow of new life,
Where babies screech only in laughter at their parents’ love,
And kisses are exchanged more often than hello.

Meet me there, where we can watch the clouds move.
Where we can play hide-and-seek in the poppy fields,
Where you will never feel pain, but only kindness.
Where we can live and love forever.