With you I used to roam through the Pleasure Dome of Kubla Kahn.
I held you tight, my love,
In the gardens of Old Babylon.
I lost you through the centuries.
I find you once again,
And find myself the luckies of men.

This is new - 
I was merely existing.
This is new and I'm living at last.
Head to toe you've got me so I'm spellbound;
I don't know If I'm in heaven or in hell-bound.
This is new - is it Venus insisting that I'm through
With the shadowy past?
I am hurled
Up to another world where life is bliss,
and this is new.