Comfort me with apples Write me your poetry in motion Write it just for me, yeah And sign it with a kiss Just another guy trying to find one special heart to love... I don't have pretty face... I don't have a well-built body. I just can give my eternal love... Put you left hand under my head And your right hand do embrace me... And I will be sick of love I learned that I can not demand love from anyone ... I can only give good reasons for them to like me ... And be patient for life to do the rest ..." (William Shakespeare)