A little elf made a trade with me
In the night, perhaps in a dream:
A gold coin for my destiny.
But thinking that it was a dream

I grinned and gave it away.
The elf was gone the next I looked;
Where he stood, the gold coin lay.
I picked it up and cursed the crook

And to waking I slowly went,
But I felt bad that the trade was done
And my riches were almost spent.
So I sought to trade my coin for fun

At the local drinking bar
But on the way I tripped and fell
And the coin rolled very far.
I ran and leaped and ducked and well,

The coin was the better man,
Across the road it went past me
And unto your waiting hand.
"My dear, you hold my destiny,"

          I said, but you smiled and winked and the wind danced on your hair,
          And I saw myself in you and I lost my composure and I could not speak at all.
          My pockets were empty and my mind lost its wit,
          And my poetry could no longer merit an exchange.

So I took my heart and offered,
Which you traded with me gladly-
And it was then, I realized,
That I no longer owned my destiny!