A bed of roses,
A field of poppies,
The landscape ends,
To begin with clear blue sky.

No clouds to break,
This illusion of peace,
No sun, but yet I'm warm,

A gentle breeze,
But no grass stirs,
No movement but
The beat of my heart.

Laying close together,
But yet I'm alone,
A bed of roses,
A field of poppies.

Just a dream ,
The affair of the heart.