Listen as palatial bells resound
in gleeful majesty. Gleaming streams of sapphire
sing of dazzling dreams and passions found;
and whispering trees now cry aloud of Master's fire.

Looking in the glass, I see a King
in ecstatic bliss, reliving the kiss which sets his
soul ablaze. Her gaze, so stunning
and full of love, whisks him through aetherial mists.

Laughing, crying, soaring, smiling; my heart's
inferno lights the midnight sky with power
so mighty that gods may only know in part
a love which makes a man a beaming tower.

An entourage approaches with my dreams --
the floral chariots bring my love, my Queen.