A greater amount of love

We lived forevermore in my fantasies
Flying across the dreamscape with love;
Cupid’s dust, panacea to heart maladies,
Allowing us to soar beyond the sky above

Butterflies in the morning they flutter
Drawn by my desire, my reason to breathe
All my wishes ought to be only for my lover
And all her love makes me fall to greed.

And treasures from heaven though great
Enough to make me enjoy such slavery
The treasures I give are even more great
For my heart forever follows heart gravely