Dear "Recipient's Name"


In Paradise there's an island called Love,
Where love blooms while the sun or moon shine above.

No dark clouds to darken the sky,
Where euphoria keeps our spirits up high.

Where you and I can stroll hand in hand,
Then stop to make love on the glistening sand.

Everyone's nude in this glorious place.
No signs of sadness on anyone's face.

All hearts are singing with rapture and joy.
No need for us to be bashful or coy.

I'll stroke your body - so eager and willing.
Kiss you all over - so breathtakingly thrilling.

Then slowly I'll enter your chamber of love,
While we hear morning doves coo up above.

Sounds just too good to be true, it seems.
But, I'll make reservations tonight in my dreams.

From "Your Name:"