by M. Douglas Hoss
The paradise of souls, my dear,
Is what you are to me
With every hope from you that’s bound
For our love’s destiny.
The paradise of souls, my dear,
Is where I long to see
That every dream which we dream now
Becomes our love to be.
The paradise of souls, my dear,
Is all my love, you see,
And all the yearning in our hearts
For our eternity.
The joy of all infinity
Is what our future holds
For we shall find within our arms
That paradise of souls.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
M. Douglas Hoss was born in Wichita, Kansas on March 28th, 1957. He has studied English and poetry for over twenty years, and in 2005 had his first book "From Time To Time" published by the Western Virginia Foundation for the Arts and Sciences, which was so successful, that signed copies of a first edition paperback sell for over $80.00 on the internet. Afterwards, he taught English and College level literature overseas and later moved to Seattle, Washington where he now resides, working on his next three books.
Last updated April 25, 2013