by Jordan   Feb 19, 2015

If heaven were real
it would most assuredly rest
behind her eyelids at night.
Bereft of paradise
she would sleep just fine;
her resting visage
an everlasting grin - glittering,
golden, halo everlasting.

Sometimes I think that
heaven may be real
and someday, some
glittering, golden day
I know that she'll take me there.


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