"I hate him, He kisses my lips and hugs me tight, Deaths eternal embrace, I hate him, And his stupid face, I hate when he kisses me with his stone, soft lips, Of when he pets my hair with his cold, rough hands, 'Why must I hate him?' I think so clearly, Hanging from the roof, My eyes on my little deary, How can I hate his warm, solid arms, Or his blond curls that go on for yards, No, I don't hate him, Atleast not for the while, I with to be him, With his wide, toothy smile, To kiss his lips till Dusk turns dawn, Till the sun burns out and the stars fall, 'Oh, What a man, With his bright, golden eyes', Skin the colour of Milk, Fine as porcelain and smooth as silk, I do not hate him, I love him beyond life, When I fall into deaths arms, He shall be by my side, Kissing my neck in his Oh so sweet way, The golden, My love, Please, Come and lay' : ME!💅