LOVELY (ORIGINAL POEM)

Yes, now, my dear, I am lonely,
why God made you so lovely ...
My tears begin, from my eyes to fall,
staring at your picture on the wall ...
In my heart still burns a fire,
ah, this dream and eternal desire!
Send her a message, the wind, my friend,
ask her lovely, is this is really the end?
Apologize to her, for my unkind words,
which hurt her like the sharped swords ...
Maybe then, she will come to me - back,
she is, now, in love, with the man called Jack ...