I love a man who does not love
How downcast it is, but for him is not
To love and not, does mean to naught
To win or to lose, that is what he know.

How lucky it is for he always win
As if God has his eyes only for him
Favoring every one endeavor of his
No errors and regrets, not even a hiss.

He is almost perfect, that I must say
But what is perfection without love?
Just like heaven with no angels around;
And a beautiful song without any sense.

I love a man who does not love
No one has ever been into his heart
Not even I who knocks day after day
There’s a lock, but a key was never made.