In a film I learnt that even the pussiest soul
can be softened by love.
However, You ain't that way, indeed I know,
within my own soul.
Nonetheless,
when your fool friends
picked on me, You follow them!
Making me suffer and then,
getting me in distress.

A lot since we'd met but this feeling has not disappeared though.
Ah! Why the loving thought
it could end well makes no sense.
May be You,
may be hope?
Buh! Who cares? Never mind it!
If You're engaged, I'm free, waiting,
even by purchasing
the last minutes.
Only for You, my Dearest