Someone to tell me lies
and say ‘I love you’ even if untrue.
Someone I can call my own,
and sleep peacefully on her bosom.
A girl to soothe my thoughts,
with kisses and embraces.
A lady to share love with,
and give a reciprocal respect.
Someone to give my pockets to,
even if filled with parental coins.
A diva to favour,
and tell sweet words of lies.
A tricky world to learn from,
about the whims and caprices of Eve.
A giver of dreams,
that of the altar and progenies.
A special heart,
that will pull down my fortresses.
A sleeky itch,
that tempers the golden seat of abstinence.
Where en terre, can I seek the honeycomb
that hides my queen bee of love?