Days Together

Our days together are heaven sent. The time we enjoy- err never repent. The peace and happiness we share, Far beyond what anyone could compare. How can it be our days are so complete? Maybe it's because we never compete. Together we enjoy natural pleasures. Mystics be ignorant to these treasures; Think natural things are so immoral! Their lives never get to become so floral. They deceive because they can't reason. Maybe it's because theologies fake plea-sin. We know what's right and do no wrong. By loving each other, we do belong. Rose-colored glasses are not for us. We believe in each other; we trust. We perceive the good in life. Maybe it's because we have love- not strife.