Poetry. My lover loves me.

"I belong to my beloved.

He worships me, too. "

There is a kind of love.

Without asking for anything in return.

But keep giving.

This love comes from my lover.

There is a kind of love.

Not good at words.

But it can keep out the wind and rain.

This love comes from my lover.

If you are tired

If you feel lonely

If you are helpless

If you don't feel love,

Come on,

Come to my lover.

He will lead you.

He will solve all your problems.

I belong to my lover.

He worships me, too.

You also belong to my lover.

He worships you, too.