In a place of joy, there once existed,
A lady, sweet, young and persistent
Pretty house, garden, she had it all
Everything, except one true love
She found him one day, or so she thought
It seemed it was too much to be fought
And she saw him on all of her night dreams
They could be a perfect match, or it seemed
How she longed, to hold him close!
How she included him in every prose!
How she could not bear to say goodbye!
And how at nights she would always cry
She waited for a moonlit dance
To give her hopes, just one chance
And so she saw him, gazed at his eyes
Confessed her love, he stood surprised
He soon looked at her, flashe