Paradise Found Poem by Ollie Slaney

I've eaten quite my fill of myths and lore,
I've feasted on too many words of heaven,
Whilst you may knock forever at that door,
This world I love is world enough to live in.
There's excitement in this place of love and war,
There's passion in the storms that rock the seas.
In fact I quite abhor what you adore,
This imperfection's good enough for me.
For what is joy when not compared to sorrow,
Or ecstasy when not contrasting fear?
What is time unless we know it's borrowed?
I'll make the most of every second here.

If pleasure without pain is what it costs,
I'd prefer, I think, that 'Paradise' stayed ‘lost'.