I feel like an Italian plumber,

Be it deepest winter frost,

Or the warm peak of summer,

It feels like royalty has been lost,

Stolen away by a monster so great,

He’s taken the object of my desire,

Only time shows the cruelty of fate,

For you I’d go through ice and fire,

I seek you out across massive maps,

I have to follow his tempting lure,

Evading all his minions and traps,

But it doesn’t matter how close we were,

Because you were always out of reach,

You’ve become such a hassle,

Because my perfect Peach,

You’re always in a different castle.