Paradise

Something about this place
being here with you
with our soundtrack on the stereo
the smell of freshly brewed coffee
and your hand in mine

brings me to a different place
where the sun is always shining
and the waves are crashing
and time waits
for as long as we are awake

This place I call
paradise.

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