True my love, true!
I'd rather work my muscle on a work site
And make mouth of our love on a website,
Than raise my hand on you even when right.
Though our friends think it's love at first sight,
Still I can never wish you wear my ex-'s tight.
So many men want to be in my shoes but the reason I can hardly guess right,
And should attempt I should say it's your good height.
My love, with a most amorous caress and showers of kiss on your tit,
I bid you goodnight.
Sleep my Queen, sleep tight!
But on the mountains I should engage Heaven all-night,
Praying the creator to give us longer days than nights. And I'll neither sleep nor slumber until on your glittering skin shines daylight.
