Lasting glances we combine,
Into steamous undermine,
And the truth of golden bliss,
Trying to forgive my kiss,
Sinful sadness is denied,
To distort ma name you tried,
Never mind - in solitude,
Bottom line of attitude,
Is to be like filling tank,
Chief of the leaders in the rank,
But never failing your own heart,
By tearing my poor veins apart,
Then you tore my love apart,
Feeling jealous, being smart,
Undergone the famous trial,
You experience my denial.....