At the bottom

Nothing is such

Only account outstrips her

Between her and me

I love I attract

I atise this passion wich separates us

Which fires in me

One thousand once had

I tells her my love

Every time she answers me

I too my love

And I consider in it hard as iron

Then I give in and the promise a present all this to show my certainly affection in our own way

We make love
I take some pleasure thanks to her and I hope that it is mutual

My beautiful

My unique my soft

For ever