I like the power you wield
All of Cupid's arrows fall before your mighty shield
The scented venm of romance loses its sting
and you prance around with arrogance indeed

I heard that you were perfect
So I locked a seventh of me in a golden locket
Passed it to you hoping you wear it
You flung it to the floor, it broke before I neared it

Retreating to my cave, I put the pieces together
Moping in isolation as the walls echoed your laughter

Teased and haunted I remembered my dreams
In place of blissful memories, come haunting screams

But when I arrive the odds would turn
The stars would realign and your lingering eyes would return
Biting your index, you would rethink
Every flimsy excuse, and your heart will sink

For I have returned all graced and powerful
My undeniable charm has made you available
Now I pick my princess, with poise and calm
I have emerged, the Prince of Notre Dame