He loves her eyes ,her luxurious tresses ,
Her gentle smell when sun is red,
Her brilliant smile and evening dresses ,
Her little wrest and lovely head.

He loves her painfully - she knows.
He always watches at her window.
He pauses for a moment when she goes.
With love he draws her under willow .

He loves her chest [bad word] cheeks ,
So much,as a son loves mum.
Bird sing . Go weeks.
Third eternal turnover passes the sun .

He loves her now, will love tomorrow .
She doesn't love . Her love is borrow.