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 ,her ruddy 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.