to a Cute Girl

Annie, are you leaving?
With loneliness I’m weeping
Stay, as I am a macho man, whom
With my brawny arms you rely on, may you?
Ah! as the night gets darker
It will kill all my hopes later
One by one, nor spare a light
Though tears of a fragile young man cries ;
And yet you will see and know why.
Now no matter, girl, my aim:
Loners’ hunger is the same.
Nor heart moaned, no nor murmurs, expressed
What a single longed for, lovers doubted:
It is real love was born for,
It is Annie I need most.