Sweet nothings she whispers in my ears!
Perhaps an angel or the devil,
She leans on me-
Whispers left and right!
It would hurt you what she whispers-
A devil you'd call her-
Enemy!
She says you're evil-
Disaster to me!
She relates her imagine-
All about me!
And I wonder at it,
Could that be of me?
She says things in whispers,
To no body- only to me!
And I wonder at her love of me!
She's not often liked you!
She'd rather I leave you!
All me to her,
Her prize in love for life!
Yet I sit here and wonder with you!
What to do to do!
I'm not yet through with you-
Perhaps my sadness will get through to you!
She whispers sweet nothings in my ears,
Her imagination runs quite simply wild.
But I sit here and do nothing,
Much,
Love I wait and think of you!
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