Stirring tales of love and war abound
Of faith and valour unprecedented
Alas! in life such passion cannot be found
Cupid eyes the world and moves ahead
Not for us the glory and not for us the rapture
‘tis a destiny divorced from constancy
Amid false cries of loyalty and fervour
I spy a seductive veil of sincerity
Love may be found in every shape, form and kind
Born of friendship and blood and lust it is
Neither real nor true; as changeable as the mind
Touching no heart, neither hers nor his
Knights and castles are woven into dreams
And spun with the lost book of love’s soft requiem