I once fell in love with a scop
Who sang to me of traditional heroes.
And when his voice dropped,
I knew he was only temporary.

And when he danced,
My eyes danced with him.
And when his legs stopped,
I knew his time was dim.

And when he read to me,
My dreams took control.
And when his narration took flee,
I awoke and he had gone.
Falling in love with a man of rhyme
Can only conclude with melancholy
For his stories contain a happy ending,
But relating to true life, they are pure folly.