Just fleeting event,
A minute to be young
and committing reckless acts
of faith in each other
A mossy rosk in a romantic's wasteland
in the cave of thought and spring rain
backs turned to the world
and nothing but the sweetness
each other between us
Dauphine knows now.
He see of simple knot
with the compassion of one
who knows love
Now we dance this circle of us
with all the care and beauty
we can muster.