I love you even as you are lolita.
So I pray you to be immaculata.
I only hate your tortoise change
from freeze to range,so strange.
From dawning you were my bu*ter
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.