In Lovaboo

"When it becomes great

A love? "

If the pressure is tight

In the strictest sense,

And every move of the loose

Is there a guard opposite?

If you are jealous even with a friend

With no sin,

All it wants is a trill

And who has the heights?

Even with the skirt on,

Always noticed,

The wish is long,

Like Maria Clara?

Even hair length

Is dictated and commanded

That seems to be bound

That's not done-done?

Is that how great love is,

They are very strong,

It is undoubtedly strict

By demeanor and dress?

When does love become great?

Unable to get sick?

If the chest can't move?

If not able to act as well as the mind?