In dreams we’ve enjoyed an enchanted embrace
As the sun set its waning glow upon the lace
At the fringe of your dress, dancing in the breeze
Casting delicate shadows as we glide with ease
To our own tune, humming sweetly as we go along
With no strings or conductor; who needs them for a song
About a love that knows no boundaries or potion?
Ours will rival and conquer the most cynical notion
That true love has faded in a world grown material.
Ours will rise above and prove itself ethereal.
With the sand beneath our feet, our spirits entwine
In a step so mystical it never feigns to be divine,
And soon passion may flourish, and romance may nourish
Your faith, that such grace, exists.