You and Me

A meadow sprinkled with flowers,

Surrounded by a big blue sky,

Held in the hands of mountains,

Soft and serene a stream flows on by,

To a watering hole of still waters,

A place where the You sized hole in my heart,

Is no longer empty,

A place where all that matters is,

You and me,

Eden, as You intended it to be,

PoetryMatt Roselake