Men,
Go and learn this noble art...

I had told you my feelings.
I thought you loved me...

There was this girl,
it was her that I liked...

You take me down the street,
Smiling at who we meet...

People just say things,
without meaning them...

When you're here,
And standing near...

Standing here inside the park,
the night is here...

I loved you once,
long ago...

Long ago,
in a far off land...

Loving you from the morn,
love you in the noon...

love is that something which...

A beating heart,
a flushing face...