A good woman One you should treasure, but not as a possession, Who needs to be loved, not treated with aggression. Her value is more than all the world's treasures, Not just the sum of scale's unit measures.

When we are small our friends The people around us says they are there That they always will be by our side And we believe their lies. That when we are in a trouble That concerns the society When someone

You are precious, Do you mean it, Yes very dear beauty these words are true. No you lie. Yes you are alluring in those universal eyes. No you are making me cry. I love you beautiful till the day I die.