Oh, Mademoiselle ! Would you be so
Kind — which, indeed, your Ladyship,
You are— for you to, Oh please !
Give me a chance to make you
                                  Reconsider ?

While I'm a mere peasant, a woeful
                              Dare I say ! Love,
"Your eyes scream beauty !"  Those fakers !
All these nauseating, out of the ark
Clichéd schmaltzers !

They will never grasp who—
Mine Demoiselle, indeed !—
Truly you are.