The way to Paradise

We search endlessly to find paradise
Seeking it in places people and things
What do we think that paradise might bring
Fortune, riches, wealth and money, charmed lives?
With security and freedom surely we’ll thrive
Looking too hard will we miss the small things
That make us all seem just as rich as kings?
Is it true that what we have should suffice?
Accept that paradise is already here 
Occupying the walled spaces of our lives
Just look around at where you are right now
Look on the faces of those you hold dear
Love exists in small spaces and survives 
Stop looking so hard you’ll be happy somehow. 

My attempt to write a sonnet. An Italian sonnet.