Let me swim inside your sweetness for a while,
Basking in the glory of your smile,
Chanting little praises in your ear;
In these arms you have no fear.
Let me stroke the softness of your cheek—
A midsummer's dream; I might yet gleek.
You, fairy princess, and I, the ass.
(I know, you'd say I have more class.)
Let us sit in fields of flowers and gaze.
In dew-dripped ground, in golden rays,
These days will seem so long, too short.
That's how it is when spirits court.