Bed of Roses

Who is a lover dreamer like me?
Come let us find the loveliest of roses,
to make for us a rest all set in charm
tis life in a bed of roses.

En though life be no bed of roses,
we can make it a bed of hopes.
What charm is it to be found in mundane
set straight and reeking of all pessimism?

Nay, I’d rather a beau-belle tomfoolery
than a sodden picturesque reality
for I’ve found a place right for reverie
that all my dreams may be given me.

Come, my friend, and I’d show you my hiding_
A place set straight at the heart of humanity,
beaming with joy and overflowing of grace,
a haven for lovers and dreamers like me.