"Begone"
...
Get your gorgeous self gone!
I see you standing there
in the rain like ice
and grinning at me
like a chesire cat
who knows.
...
Stop your tempting, beautiful man!
I'll stand for it, no more.
Just sitting there
as if your stool in the shop
were a throne
for a king of hearts.
...
I insist that you begone, love!
I can't welcome you now,
from this pain like ice,
with your grinning
and sitting on thrones
and your knowing.
...
Get your gorgeous self gone;
I can't see anymore.
Just waiting here
as if my heart were a stop,
a pleasant side-trip,
for your majesty.