How shall I will be poor ?

How shall I will be poor ? . . .

The walking of yours,

Is full of lazy lazy touches,

Goose walks but feels very bad,

O'h dear She every time feels sad,

O'h dear In your smile,

Pearl is falling more and more for mine.

Your smile just kills,

And smile pearl then only flows into my heart and it just fills,

How shall I be poor in money?

When you will be on my balcony . . . .