I would like to be
One kind of composer
Able to sing our love
Modest
A kind of love
That is to beg caress in hair
That is poor and sometimes is not
Honest
Haggle of love
But that I so strongly wish
That if necessary
I swipe
Come here, my love
Endure your singer
Warm me up because the blanket is short
But I carry this love
With the zeal of those who take the litter of a saint
I watch for my love
Who dreams
Ultimately, our love
Can also have its value
It is also a kind of flower
Like other kinds of flower
From a existing type
That owes nothing to anyone
Which grows more than Mary-Shameless
I would like to be
One kind of composer
Able to sing our love
Cheap
A kind of love
That is frazzling and darning
That is to eat and spit
On the plate
But I carry this love
With the zeal of those who take the litter of a saint
I watch for my love
Who dreams
Ultimately, our love
Can also have its value
It is also a kind of flower
Like other kinds of flower
From a existing type
That owes nothing to anyone
Which grows more than Mary-Shameless