The days of sunlight and daffodils, Kubla Kahn had Xanadu, Arthur Camelot, Ours too, a world apart, carefully spun with dreams. Slowly shadows began to move over that garden, Our place encircled with love, seemingly secure. Something foreign had entered there, Into our hideaway, meant only for two. The sunlight has dimmed, the moon is obscured.
Restlessness stirs the leaves, feelings too thorny to endure.
Please, please my love don t go far away. The walls are weakened now, There are stones of trust bumbled down, Strangling vines of insecurity grow. All those things of our special Shangri-La. Take my hand, we ll return to that land. I want for us to be there forever.