Come hither my lovely shilling,
You don't know what hand I'm dealing,
We would frolic in the babbling brook,
Like a thief you have took,
My love my dear you shiver quite well,
Darling let us dance don't you think it swell?
Your hands entwine with mine,
Let us talk while you dine?
A woman of your nature what you want is to be pleased,
Take a picture and say, "indeed, "
I will not promise you sweet nothings,
But with me your eyes will sing cha-ching!
There is nothing I wouldn't do,
Only I am for you,
Why, don't you want me?
My words pleas, "Won't you be with me? "
Imagine us across the world,
As you splurge and calling you my girl,
Ahh that life would be something right?
When I love I do it with all my might.
So I gave my offer will you take?
Please don't be fake,
Just remember don't let your heart quiver,
Or else I just might silver!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem