Easy to write poetry,

When you’re in love and stupid,

Wore my heart like jewellery,

Until it wasn’t suited.

I dreamt of you beforehand,

Together in a garden,

Lying in our holy-land,

Letting go of life’s burden.

The sun falling serenely,

It’s warm and slightly breezy,

The birds churping obscenely,

I wish it was that easy.