Elysian dreams are made of pink and gold,
Where grounds were laid with corners that fold.
And the daily aching of the heart ceased,
Where the great lover had us meet.
The air was a fragrant of blossoming trees,
And clouds had ceased to keep us blind,
His light did clear our heads of nights,
And showed me the face I liked.
A seaside branch whose fruit bore love,
And songbirds sang like passing doves,
The dancers' grasp of touch and fond,
My will and her's did let us bond.
However short it may be.