God and the Paradise.

So, there I was psychotic many thoughts going through my head, a deep yearning for a woman back then. Beautiful blue-eyed, blonde-haired, and shapely/skinny lady like body. The day was around 71 degrees and cloudy. I imagine mowing the yard and my wife cooking some Mexican food, for she had a tint of White-Mexican native. We were both meant for each other. The atmosphere on that day was romantic and we were living biblically. The atmosphere was too beautiful as she cooked. We were maintaining our paradise, we only lay in special occasions. How can I forget that psychotic world no will experience. For both of us were synchronizing and happy with our duties.