Yes I understand, my heart,
is your helping hand, to seek,
love like a rubber band, no dare,
with a witness stand.

Treasure my darling leisure,
For see my souls and pleasure,
Dare I speak your measures,
Through this painful pressure.  

But no you foolish imbecile,
Bringing me to medical,
With your pity chemical,
Your words are unforgivable.

Now with your broken machine,
Say hello to gasoline,
Burning in extreme,
I see tangerine.

I speak my mind,
Non is transferred,
I stand behind,
A complete mirror of reddish red.

A hope I do not have,
Gives me wishes I do not wish,
All I do is give,
And try out all my hiss.

I thank you for all your pity,
But I wish no more than your go,
To then relieve the roses pretty,
In my own imaginable row.