We frolicked through times of euphoria 
With true joy and vision most ebullient,
For we viewed arguments quite fallacious
If offered simply because recondite.
We continued life's dance with a passion
Avoiding philosophies spurious.

Was it hope that we thought was spurious,
As we lost all sense of euphoria?
Do not worry my love, it's true passion
That will fill us with laughter ebullient,
For we delved into volumes recondite
That have helped us avoid the fallacious.

Simply trusting in faith is fallacious,
Since it may lead down paths too spurious.
But we know this from tomes most recondite
That have never quelled our euphoria.
We both feel most fulfilled and ebullient
When we play with our visions of passion.

There was never a hope of true passion
When we followed arguments fallacious,
But our hearts grew closer and ebullient,
When we never hoped for the spurious.
And for this we have known euphoria,
As we quested to know the recondite.

Did we ever think love too recondite,
'Tis never thus if we know true passion.
All the gods will grant us euphoria
As we both avoid the most fallacious.
And we never trusted the spurious,
So we join our hands and are ebullient.

Can we two lovers be less ebullient
If we think our joy is too recondite?
No, my dearest, that thought is spurious,
And could well destroy the deepest passion.
Because that reasoning is fallacious,
We touch lips and know deep euphoria.

Spurious thoughts may fake euphoria,
Recondite lies bespeak the fallacious,
But our ebullient laughs express passion.