True love never does run smooth and his approach was all wrong.
For Erato was to disapprove and her vehemence was so strong.
How could this puny, mortal man woo such a beautiful goddess,
and dare to even consider a plan to spoil her loveliness?

So she banished him from her sight and the poet lay dead
and his ability to write had completely disappeared and fled.
No more words of love were spoken her for rebuke pierced him through
and unrequited love’s wound had broken his tender heart in two.