But what if heaven's not just a distant shore, But a state of being, forever in store? A realm where love and hope entwine, And camouflage is shed, like a worn-out vine.
In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Amidst the whispers of a fading day, There's a longing for a place serene, A hope for heaven, a heart's deepest dream. hopeheaven camhure
In this envisioned heaven, hearts beat as one, Free from the need to hide, or to have won, The armor of pretense, the guise of pride, Are shed, like autumn leaves, and let love reside. But what if heaven's not just a distant