WHERE THE HELL IS HEAVEN

WHERE THE HELL IS HEAVEN

And she asked, “Where the Hell is Heaven?”

So this is my reply:

Heaven is just beyond your eyes so gloriously green,

When I see pictures of you it’s the closest I’ve ever been,

Heaven is the bottom of your lip that I desire to kiss,

To not tell you this, I’d be much remiss,

Heaven is the tempting beauty of your heart,

Such a profound statement as evident in your art,

Heaven is the strands of your jet black hair,

The ones that whip across your face in the windy air,

Heaven is the divine allure that encompasses your face,

And I’m the sinner, who covets your grace,

Where the Hell is Heaven you ponder,

Heaven is all around you in splendid wonder,

So the next time you question whether Heaven is near,

Do me this favor, and go look into the mirror.

-brad