As a writer, I often wax poetic...

Actually, I prefer "four-egged" I read that and imagined the cloud with rounded tops, like eggs in a carton, or a nest...

Okay, for the Pooka's sake, I'll try to bring this back to metaphorical lyrics (though I kinda like the goofy, too).

Along the same lines as "Waly, waly" -- at least in the motif of love gone/unrequited love -- but one that I think works better is "In my garden grew plenty of thyme":

In my garden grew plenty of thyme,
It flourished by night and by day,
But along came a lad, and he stole all I had.
Yes, he's stolen my sweet thyme away (2x)

For I was a maiden fair,
Ah, but fairer I wished to have been.
So I washed me in milk, and clad me in silk,
And I put the sweet thyme in my hair (2x)

In June, the red rose is in bloom,
But that is no flower for me
For I pulled me a bud, and it picked me to blood,
And I gazed on the willow tree, (2x)

Oh the willow tree it will twist,
And the willow tree it will twine,
How I wish I were clasped in my lover's arms fast,
For 'tis he who has stolen my thyme (2x)

Now, here are two metaphors for losing virginity to a false lover (the loss of thyme, which was once a symbol of virgin strength [also a pun with 'time' -- I love it when words can double up on the figure of speach quotient!], and the plucking of the rose). But, unlike "Waly, waly", each metaphor gets it's own verse. And even though the metaphors are connected in an "extended metaphor" sort of way, they still fit together logically.

It's easy to imagine this young woman walking in her garden, recovering from heartbreak, looking from her patch of thyme to the roses to the willow tree, and letting her thoughts follow her gaze.

I also like it because she takes at least some responsibity for what has happened -- she tried to be more than she was, she plucked the rose -- rather than just blaming her lover, or love itself.

Also, the thyme is a metaphor, but it is more than a metaphor, too -- it's real thyme, that you can pick, and tuck behind your ears, and the character speaking has a personal reason for associating it with her age of innocence...

There's a whole slew of thyme & rose songs in the DT, by the way, here, including a version of the song I cited above, which I like the best.