This rondeau exercises a bit of poetic license in the origin of the refrain...
Her hair so soft, her skin so fair To let her know, I did not dare To gaze upon her loveliness To dream of her so sweet caress 'Twas all that I could hope to bear Her graceful steps, a dancer's flair Their rhythm light, without a care Her form did hint of fulsome breasts Her skin so fair No one knew of our affair My love for her I did not share For it had never been addressed Save in my heart where it did rest And flourish in its nesting's lair Her skin so fair
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