As we frolicked through times most euphoric 
With true love and enduring ebullience,
We both viewed sentiments quite fallacious
When we saw they were so meretricious.
We continued life's dance with a passion
Avoiding all arguments spurious.

Was it hope that we saw as spurious,
Losing all our sense of the euphoric?
Do not worry my love, it's true passion
That fills us with such laughing ebullience,
Recognizing the most meretricious
As we reject such dreams as fallacious.

Accepting with faith can be fallacious,
Since it may lead down paths too spurious.
But we know this from books meretricious
That could never quell rapture euphoric.
We both sought lustful joy and ebullience
When we tested the depths of true passion.

There was never a hope of strong passion
When we followed arguments fallacious,
But our twined hearts beat fast with ebullience,
When we never seek out the spurious.
And thus all our life is most euphoric,
As we bypass the most meretricious.

Some dreams of true love are meretricious,
But can never be thus with deep passion.
Simple trust will give a life euphoric
If we both avoid the most fallacious.
We will never accept the spurious,
Thus we join hands to spin in ebullience.

Would we two lovers show less ebullience
If we knew our love was meretricious?
No, my dear, such thinking is spurious,
Deftly destroying our eager passion.
Because such reasoning is fallacious,
We touch lips with love truly euphoric.

Spurious thought quenches the euphoric, 
Meretricious life spreads the fallacious,
But ebullience exhorts us to passion.