1. With a gentle swaying gait so fair
Hearts melt under his charming stare

2. Though he keeps his distance, preferring we part
I’ve pulled my heart from his hands’ snare

3. They say, go back to him, but I aptly declared
In verse matching the meter, and to him made clear

4. By God, I'll not go back, even if he
Were the sun, the moon, or Libra so dear