We were stuck in this big city
for so many troubled years
that we couldn’t keep up.
All-year round
it was noise, dust and unrest
in fond repetition.
Suddenly you murmured,
“One day I’ll get us out of here
and into paradise.â€
Years were spent, still in this rut
you placed a wrinkled note
onto my hands of soot.
I read aloud;
“Among this expanse of mess,
thank you for always glistening, my jewel.â€
Who needs to go, who needs paradise,
when this mayhem and crazy
got me my paradise in you.
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