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.