Heaven

There is a place with soul fulfilling pleasure.
Its not here, there, or within Earthly measure.
It comes from looking into someone�s eyes with trust.
Blocking our imperfects of pride, hate & lust.

A hidden peace is wrapped inside a difficult riddle.
And once solved the prize will not be little.
The treasure is worth far greater than it seems�
It�s a place you can only imagine in dreams.

Finding yourself without this is like dying all-alone.
Can�t speak; scream�not enough breath for a moan.
All you need is to find that one person to love,
And fly away to paradise like two peaceful doves.

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This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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