This Paradise of Mines

Everlasting flow of rushing waters,
fulfilling every desire and passion of mines,
The clouds above lay a weightless blanket of light on its glistening waters,
dark green colossal mountains hide this innocent beauty from all those who wish against it,
tall and fierce they stand,
yet loving, for these gentle giants are gardners of love,
their rocky hands delicately place every seed with a deep unknown love
a sacred passion not known to man-kind,
Open to the pure,
blind to the cruel,
only angels peacefully lay here,
and those who believe in such a place
soflty stroking each string on their violin
playing music with no words
for the words lie within the sound of the violin
Considered the diamond of heaven,
or the birthplace of angels,
this sacred place only lies within my mind
locked up and hidden from the rest of the wicked world
only through true love will you be open and find
such a beautiful place,
this paradise of mines.