I can still remember when she's mine
When she's his; yes, ours
Her wicked smile that's so divine
Deplete my priceless hours
She pulls me down on bed at night
and covers my peripheral sight
I wasn't blind that time at all
I know how my friends used to call
This silly man has been a slave
and hadn't been that brave
to cut the rope that traps the trap
and made him a vulnerable scrap
End comes like twilight beckon
seems dusk with a flight of doves
These borrowed moments left me forlorn
but at least I knew I loved
I did love...
