Laying in a bed of roses, He and me, Laying in a bed of roses, Me and he. The flowers are our pillows, Truly. The clouds our Serenity, Let no woes shatter, We. Let no Devil tempt, Me. Lest separate We be.
A pill of summer is he, He who warms my heart. A pavilion of sanctuary is he, He whom I nest beneath. An eternal bliss with he, He who embraces me, Until he cracks my limbs with love.