I love you even as you are ******.
So I pray you to be
immaculata.
I only hate your tortoise change
from freeze to range,so strange.

From dawning you were my butter
and I, your bread,everything was better.
Happiness accompany us to everywhere.
At then, sadness sees us nowhere.

At noon,I "praise" your statue
of being a lady of easy virtue.
Yet you never forget me.
But a deceitful smile in thee.

Only little breeze I nearly fall.
I wonder wind and storm,what will be my call?
Your presence strength,absence week.
My door,roof and shelter leak.

Why can't change to best?
O my girl! my nest!
I am awaiting you to be mine.
So I pray help from Valentine.