I was told your conduct must have made it evident that I was not pleasing to you.

I fled from your presence, but I could not rest alone.

Again, like a mad fool, I have plunged myself in the centre of fascination.

I could not exist without the sound of your voice, though me it might never more address.
I could not live without glancing on your expressive eyes, your eloquent smile, though on me neither more might beam.

I am here, I feel my folly, but I cannot tear myself away.