Make Believer's Paradise

Sadly, here it comes into an end My make believers paradise. The place I’ve conjured After so many little years Has met it’s bittersweet demise. But I shall try, in all it’s glory, To store up in my heart And drag the magic around with me. For there is no place I love more Than my make believers paradise. Others would enjoy to see To watch love dance on their finger To be transformed into someone else To watch passion aromatic and linger. To concoct their prince and wait for him To make knew friends And meet with them. The music of the sweetest note That drowns out actuality. There are voices that sing In my make believers paradise. One can only hear them If they are really there. I dance atop the tiled floor And hold my dried rose by the stem. Different worlds, they come together All language combines as one Holding my breath, holding my books I cannot believe that this can be done. If, in all fact, my time here is through I will carry the memory, As that is all I can do. And deep there, swells inside, I’ll always be there in my mind.