If There’s Enough Love, There’s Enough Room

An orange house with purple trim, Big Brother cameras zooming in,
“Holy shot!” and she wasn’t thinking whiskey,
Taking in with some surprise, my head tattoo, before her eyes,
Island natural, and maybe just a little risky;
Six college girls are coming over, to spend spring break in a pink Land Rover,
More like a mini van, and a leopard skin gazebo,
OK, a plain old tent of turquoise, with cots and sleeping bags and frog noise,
Out in the jungle, where puppies sleep beneath the rainbows;
The sweetest people yet created, my friends could not be over-rated,
A super Mom with super special artist girls,
So blessed to know them for a while, When I think of them it’s with a smile,
In all sincerity, they are like diamonds wrapped in pearls;
“If there’s enough love, there’s enough room,” these words from gina blossom, bloom,
Into a flower of higher consciousness, delicious,
If you knew her, you would know, these words are true, her love will show,
That those so blessed to be with her, will wax auspicious,
Those so blessed to be with her, will wax auspicious.