True life. True love.

Oh, I would gladly live forever. If I could have the life of a god. And that's what I almost feel like. Because I am in paradise. In Sardinia. With my Italian true love. I am residing in the Garden of Eden. With no qualms of dining on the forbidden fruit. That gives me knowledge. Of love. Without love. I would be dead. Love. The essence of life.  True life. True love. One and the same. --Jim Broede