My sweet lady of dove,
my one true vision of love.
Let us have this dance;
one that will never end.
And we'll dance on the pillowed
clouds in the sky
and we'll dance on the devil's
fire in his eye.
Let us dance!
Long after the music dies.
My dearest "princess capulet",
my heart's forever in your debt.
Let us write this poem;
one that will never end.
And we'll write to the feathered
kites as they fly
and we'll write to the howling
wolves as they cry.
Let us write!
Long after the ink runs dry.
My beautiful bride in white,
my lasting kiss goodnight.
Let us have this love;
one that will never end.
Then we'll dance on the pillowed
clouds in the sky
as we write to the feathered
kites as they fly.
Let us love!
Long after our spirits rise.