O Sweet lady when I say that I love you,
Yea it does mean I love you not at all,
But your pretty image in my mind is true,
Your cute eyes before me lovingly crawl.
I see my image in my beloved’s eyes,
Is the self-reflection her eyes receivers
Removing the receiver’s reflection dies,
And we call love most cruel deceivers.
I call love the worship of image reflection,
Where we fall in love of girls or boys,
Finding we feel true heart satisfaction,
As all children feel finding colored toys
Woman worships image in shape of her child,
On growing up she feels her image was wild.