Theseus, O philosopher king of
Cultured Athens -- hear me!
So dedicated is your path,
Muse-envied Son, that you
Are blind to that which
Your Heart seeks true.

Philosophy, Honor -- these are
Your Desire; Truth and Clarity,
Which bright-eyed Athene did
Bestow at your birth, asnwering
All but one mystery:

Quid est amore?

Athene, beautiful wise one,
Hath no govern of that which
Captures your soul and holds
Fast. But Reason would
Strangle Eros, strangle Venus!
The Mind distorts and disguises
Love; the Goddess is envious.

Introspective warrior -- heed thee!
Even Beauty knows Truth less
Than they heart! Muses long your
Soul to embrace. Abandon thyself
At once! For all else troubles the
Spirit. Think not too oft, but Feel!