Well versed? (Or: Loving Xan is a hardship)
There's a party not well-known
Of which I will sing,
Even though it is my own
They're under my wing
Imoen is my oldest friend,
Viconia a drow,
Minsc seeks always to defend
Those who will still grow
Fighting is a bloody trade,
But to earn your gold
You must often sell your blade
So you won't be cold
Singing also pays the bills
If you do it well
Telling of the battle thrills
Or a local belle
But alas I cannot sing
Of love and of loss
For I feel my lover's ring
Calling to his doss
My love is the best of all
He is my true mate,
Please stop hitting that brick wall,
You and I, it's fate…
No, I know I cannot rhyme
But to prove my love
I'd eat lemons or a lime
Or a greyish dove
Kobolds, dearest, yipping dogs
They're nothing to fear,
A magic word and they're frogs
And won't stain your gear
You are more than life to me
But I must confess,
That the smell of herbal tea
Causes mild distress …
Wish you'd say 'We are doomed'
Only twice per day
Our fragile love has bloomed
Despite all you say
I alone, I know your heart
Don't listen to them
From you I could never part,
You're my precious gem
People talk about us now,
Wish I could be proud,
I will never break my vow
Even for a crowd
Why is it you do not want
Them to see our bond?
You're as always the savant
Of whom I'm so fond
But please love, oh let me speak
Let them hear you're mine
Or just let me kiss your cheek
And say that I'm thine.