What may I ask enthuses you, what makes your eyebrows flutter?
If I was to speak of passion? Would your heart not race and stutter?

If I were to be a person of a rare outstanding merit.
Would not your hearts desire be something I'd inherit?

What if I were a vagabond, a drifter without a worry.
Someone simply looking for your favor with a curry.

What say of this my only friend? For the moon she is upon us.
Before my dreams escape my grasp and fall into the furnace.

The moon she left, without a word, no praise for I had she.
You vanished with the rising sun, leaving only me.

Come Cerebrus, you cursed mutt, for me is nothing here.
Lead me to your master, so his pity I may endear.