Love poetry

[fritz]

To all woman of Namepros :hehe:

I would like to sell the soul to the devil,
To buy then that woman’s love,
To be then really happy.
I would like to be able to caress her, kiss her, save her from this stupid world,
For then be able to sing her some sweet serenades
And hear her screaming of joy, happiness
And not of doubt and hate.
I would like to know her tastes,
To give her chaste loves
And not only some stupid sex.
I would like to know at what time does she take her day,
And when she ends it,
To make her some breakfasts,
With milk and cookies,
And a red rose as dessert.
I would like to be her lipstick
To caress her lips,
To leave a trace of mine on her.

I would like to declare her my love,
But I’m afraid of her peremptory and undecided
NO
I’m afraid I could die for an unreciprocated love.
However I should make her understand
Her mistake
Because it’s not mine.