Proposal And Refusal Poem by Inés de Erausquin

He: My dearest dear, I'll tell you true,
I'm getting very fond of you.
Each day I love you more and more
And better than the day before;
I love upon your face to look
And just adore the way you cook,
And so I would delighted be
If you, my dear, would marry me.

She: My dearest boy, I must confess,
I like you daily less and less!
You eat my stews and soups and pies
But never praise my shining eyes,
You talk about your deeds all day
And never heed a word I say;
So - though I hate to cause you woe -
The answer to your plea is No.

He: O love, I pray you reconsider,
My life without you will be bitter!
Your merry laugh I'll sorely miss,
Your rosy lips I fain would kiss,
Your sea-blue eyes I'd ever praise
All through our happy married days,
And looking on your golden hair
My joy would be beyond compare.

She: O go away and leave me be!
You'll nothing gain by flattering me.
My hair is red, as any fire
(Except your 'burning' heart's desire) ,
My eyes are green, if you would look
Instead of talking like a book;
O blind and foolish, go - adieu!
Be sure I'll never marry you!

He: Alas, alack, O woe is me!
O maiden full of cruelty!
Without you I will surely die -
She: O, you would do so by and by,
In any case! Now go away!
I'm sick of you, you popinjay!
Your suit is cold, and so are you;
Begone, you horrid thing - adieu!