• I tell you once, and I tell you so true.
    Never will I be love only to you.
    Hate me and loathe me, then I will love you.
    Let us then play of the Catch Twenty-two.
    Find me a sidhe folk as can tell a lie.
    Only then may you dote upon mine eye.
    Pluck a star from the heavens, give it me.
    Distill all the salt from seven of seas.
    Once you do all of these, right and still true
    Only then, only, will I love of you.