And with "my love"

A thousand words, two not so simple
A single drop calls him
A reclusive belle shall be scorched

A million ways to say "My love,"
A touching cold, rock heart
A splash of this, a touch of that and the games begin

Pull him on the comforting bed
In the private wood
Together they will be for long until the time hath past

When the ground is tilled of sorrows
When a newborn kiss is lost
That's when she'll return, "my love"
That's when they'll meet again

For a long, last hug
And a peaceful night
A smile of lust begins

She'll love him always, "my love"
She'll visit every eve
Every morning brushed away
As in each new man he hides

Singing a sweet tune
A delicate kiss not in return
Skipping to her lion's den
Screaming all the time,
"I'll see you in hell, 'my love', as we meet once again!"