There In An Ancient City

I wish to make love to him, this rival poet I wish to take him there Or rather, I wish he would take me there So that no more shall we keep away from each other and be distant No more shall we feel stony No more shall we care for the society Only shall we see the blinding stars Illuminating our souls, rubbing off from our souls, our scars The chosen place would be an ancient city of India There where still living is the Lord's replica I wish to make love to him there, indeed For there is where my heart shall beat at full speed Can you just feel the ecstasy everywhere It would seem that there, life is all so fair Because the beautiful Lord used to the king of the city Always filling everyone with distress at one more prank of his, so funny! Yes, there, there is where I wish to make love I wish to be there, with the rival poet I wish to be able to sing to him, a most melodious duet As melodious as would be that of the one above I wish to be in his arms, while walking in marvelous gardens I wish to have this friend of mine, as kidnapped and stolen Maybe some fairies would appear And help me find, for my task, the right steer! An ancient city of India, surely would I be the Queen Always pristine, always serene With a most handsome poet, having like me, a heart of stone Surely, to my charms, I could have him easily won!