mirage

In a dream I cross the river, leads to the garden of pleasure,
belonged to a man named deduct, with his folks in a reverie.
Tis jeunesse, richesse and beauté, all gather dance in a carole,
cedar, laurel, pine, mulberries, singings by birds and nightingales.

Walk close to the fountain of love, the cupid's arrow point at me,
twin crystals pav the floor, when I look into its bottom.
Shine bright like a perilous mirror, when I gazed upon more details,
shows the garden its truest form, like how the narcissus portrayed.

Thus I was offered an entry, to see the rose in the garden,
many villains show up tristesse, convoitise, avarice and envie.
They built broad walls and a tower, what love has brought I have all cost,
then venus came and draw the bolts, my sorrow fled and we're set free.

Here still remains the crimson rose, if your love is whole and complete,
as the story has foretold, I suppose you'll forever win.