The door creaked as we opened it,
The guest house came with reputation.
The journey through the rain forest,
the abandoned logging camps
was worth the numb bum from so much travel.
There was a charm, a quaintness
That feeling that we were the first in so long
Despite it being a hard to acquire stay.
The rustic charm grabbed you instantaneously
Like the magic of love at first sight.
But for all its external old world charm
Inside was all creature comfort.
The spa was for luxuriating in
Sipping the bubbles from the side of our glass
We played and laughed at our pretence.
You looked so beautiful,
It had been so long
Since we’d had time for us.
Outside the wonder of the forest
The birds and the unique flora
Captivated our attention
You snapped everything
Not wanting to leave any memory behind.
We awoke to a chorus of birds
Like us grateful of the morning sun
We stayed and played aware that around us
Nature participated in its own ritual of love.