His cherry lips don't let me sleep
I see them in dreams calling for lust.
He is the one whom I adore,
he is my purpose whom I desire.
I am no princess,
I wish I were.
My golden crown is made of thorns.
I am depressed most of the time.
But he supports me and lets me go.
I can not live without his kiss.
It is so tender, so fragile.
I used to be a develish girl.
But I am changed, my heart is soft.