I have a boyfriend,
His name is blondy,
He doesn't like to be called like that,
He says it sounds like a girl's name,
And that he doesn't fit-in,
But he can't see himself
as I see him.
Blondy is
very blond indeed,
Actually with some leaning to brown,
Especially when he sends me lilies.
He has green atlantic eyes,
Which keep flowing towards me,
Day and night,
As if he asks- "can you read me between the lines?"
So-dark-black hair aside his shiny halo,
Who send you to me?

Blondy says he can't see himself leaving,
When we compose the pieces of this puzzle
again,
And tie a little tighter the rope
around our both hearts.
I think I can't even stay
with him,
Not really,
You see,
He is just too good for me.