A goddess from the land of rising sun,
Artist who could sure paint time begun,
Her imagination akin to a saints,
Doth elude the slurs of sinners taints,
The devil doth the evil war implant,
But Yoko, John, beat them with their chants,
Enamoured of the loving sweet romance,
For peace, hath them in enchanted trance,
She imagined, and so right then did he,
A beacons light in divine mimicry,
Imagining all the people free,
All at one under the Bodhi tree,
Have I the eyes of heaven to sweet see,
One made sure as beautiful as thee,
Heavens knights risen from its fires,
Inspires feelings to be sung to lyres,
Thine destiny to be immortalised sublime,
In words that vanquish hell and transcend time,
Free Love, Sir? No, that's not a crime,
Simply is the kindred hearts coy mime,
Mirroring the triumph of grand love,
Beget in bars that ring around above,
John sang to heaven imploring to imagine,
Spread peace on earth like a nice contagion.