The glasses type

Who always shares the ambrosial

Reminds me of my first magnolia

But don't go there!

You acted way too brave

For our first encounter

Did the stuff that I knew only

Did the thing that you cared only

But then you told me

"Hey, my lover is on second floor"

In the hallway

Encircled by these white jasmine

Telling you the love that is in front of you

How do I rewind my time?

Not to fall for you

But to not make you falling for others

Or is it better for making you not to fall for me?

Which one?

Tell me

I am already tired for love

Can you help me find another word for that?

But then you said, "Let me be that word"

For God's sake

How can I?

And Why can I?

Love you in the first place?