O Love, you cheeky beast! You who sent Orpheus to his doom, Brought destruction to Troy, And inflicted madness upon Medea.
You who grants great power, But renders one so weak. You who makes fools of wise men and women, But moulds great poets amongst the dullest of mortals. O Love, you cheeky beast!
Avert your arrows from my heart, And if your arrows should strike me, Then let me fall in the warm embrace Of one who would spend their eternity with mine.