Arthur Conan Doyle

“ He is not for you,
He has duties to do.'
'But I am his duty,' quoth Love as he flew.
The king sought a bride, and the nation had hoped
For a queen without rival or peer.
But the little boy shot, and the king has eloped
With Miss No-one on Nothing a year.
'Hey, Love, you couldn't mean that!
Hi, Love, what would you be at?
What an impudent thing
To make game of a king!'
'But I'm a king also,' cried Love on the wing.
Little boy Love grew pettish one day ”