Love I passionately
once did pursue
she replied:
I'm not for you.

The sweetest words I did choose
persuaded she could not be
she said:  
all this is silly poetry.

I pleaded in tears and beg I did
hoping she would show me pity
she  mocked:
go away,  you are vexing me.

She heard some later day
I was engaged to Molly
she rushed to me one winter night
poured me kisses and said: will you marry me?