You're a dance I'll never have
yet a chance I deserve
an obsession so grave
with a passion I crave
a ruby burn in my mind
you're one of a kind
a purple lawn in my fantasy
you're dawn at the Sea
a sunny day in a month
you're hay to the Ant
a scented rose with a thorn
an ancien ruin with a cone
a graceful horse with a horn
You're June with the corn...