Ringer on the door be crying clink
The glass window can’t bear the blink
The fur-coated mat withholds the bring
The lover boy opens the scene

It was a girl in neat new string
who shared a hint by her footprint
And have a thing for magazines
Carrying knit cap is her new routine

The boy stood still like a windmill
A glimpse of joy seen from the front row
Of love for show to those who throw
I love you more with more and more