End of the road poem

End of the road, a city in the hills,
tree lined streets, trees with parrots,
whitewashed buildings, sunshine wherever you go,
cafes where you can sit looking out to sea,
and a beautiful blue sky,
and you and I holding hands kissing tenderly,
and with your eyes gazing into mine,
time is nothing but a memory.
And when we kiss, when we kiss,
heaven is inside me.

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