Sweetheart,
Don't art grief in my heart,
Don't make my bones of Rib apert.
Just Give me your loving bell
which will protects me from sorrowful hell
and always keep me alart.
Sweetheart,
My sensation sky is full of your amour,
Don't bring there the darkness of night,
Just bright it by your daylight.
I want to aglow myself with your love,
Never take my fondness as a slight.
Sweetheart,
Take my script of amatory in your living chart.
Don't regect my gallant rose,
Just compose it in your chignon
and expose your mind door without reason.