Let me speak of my island
of love mear words cannot express
Of a heart so bound completely,
that only there can it rest

There is no land near as lovely,
as my island is to me
There is no place in all this world,
that my heart would rather be

Let me tell of beautiful flowers,
everywhere you rest your eyes
Of a people always happy,
and of mountains that kiss the skys

I believe when God was making heaven,
he dropped a piece or two
And as he bent over to retrieve it,
he smiled, and left it for me and you
~Author Unknown~