'I love her more than clouds and rain.
Such love as this I cannot feign,
it would bring naught but too much pain,'
quoth he, and as he spoke up came
his counsel and he did exclaim,
'Master, Master! Dost thou not see?
It cannot work with you and she!
For thou art human, she is not!
So banish her from all thy thoughts!'

'Although I wish to, I cannot.
For she's the one that I have sought.
And I must gain her love one day
before the world doth turn to grey.'

'She shall not love you though, my friend.
Even when the world comes to an end.
For she's an Angel with mighty wings
and spells she can weave while she sings.
Impossible it is to be!
Even though you do not see.'

'I understand thy reasoning, my friend,
but hast thou heard her sing?
I have, and as I stood there listening,
I looked upon her glistening
and saw her face turn up towards me.
She was afraid, but did not flee.
She smiled as if filled with glee
and then she ran away from me.
She loves me back, and I can tell,
I do not think that it's a spell.
I shall go forth to where she dwells
and of this love I shall her tell.
Then go up to the citadel,
I bid thee now a fond farewell!'