Our Paradise on Earth
The curtains are drawn
The weeds overgrown
But this is our old house
The one we used to own
The pillars are still standing
Just like the two of us now manage
The wooden front door used to creak open
With its cracks and weather beaten damage
But it was our home one so full of love in the past
When we ran away together
People said, it will never last
But thirty years later in the old peoples home
We are still together
And outside we still roam
And frequently pass by
Our old house on our street
Even the old back alley is still there
Where we clandestinely used to meet
But we loved each other madly
Then, and still do now
But we now have lines on our faces
On our hands and our brow
But you still look as lovely
As when we ran away
When I promised you faithfully
I could love you till the end of the day
So our old home
Full of memories so good
As we walk passed hand in hand, after so long
Its lasted the time, like all true love should
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Author:
Owen Robert Cullimore (Pseudonym) (
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