Are our dreams beset with trials?
No, they are Loves' delight.
The destiny on to which we hold,
Dwells within Gods' silver sight.
Our dreams of Love how they do shine,
In Love we never compromise.
You and I In the clouds,
To which our Love does make us rise.

Oh my Love you are In my arms,
I look deep Into soft brown eyes.
You and I In the clouds,
In a fire of crimson skies.
All our passions come to the fore,
As I look on beauties face,
You are my Love to the very core,
An earthly child with Heavens' grace.

Come my Love give of me your lips,
Forever let Loves' kiss be mine.
Ever let Loves' Ambrosia flow,
As our kiss of Love becomes divine.
You are of the Angels now,
Divinity shall ever be In your heart.
You and I In the clouds,
We my lady shall never part.

Now I lay you down my Love,
A cotton wool pillow for your sweet head.
I lay myself down with you,
So soft Is clouds gossamer bed.
Soft our hands as they explore,
Our bodies that with glory shine.
My Love you are delight to me,
I am the grapes, you are the vine.

You and I In the clouds,
Do dreams of Love expire.
You and I In the clouds,
We rest within Loves' own fire.
You and I In the clouds,
We may have our deepest desire.
You and I In the clouds,
We make Love to Loves' own lyre.