I was not a singer but for you I wrote a song, then sang it - for the love that came to me, about the girl I chose. You were standing on the small veranda, holding a white handkerchief in his hands, and I played the serenade below and I looked in love with the beautiful face. He smiled and whispered softly to me: - Thank you, my trunk! Then red carnation threw me, as a sign of your love he was. On the lapel I dyed the flower, from the left to the loving heart, then I kneel before you and I kissed the tender hands. I asked you for me to marry, to share life in the future - a beautiful God's creature and the poet in love with you.
