I'll make you happy suffer so much

I'll make you happy suffer so much

I will make you happy. You suffer so much
that you put you my name to the sadness.
Poorly contrasted, in your balance begins
the caress worth less than crying.

How much going to enrich me and how much
you're going to embarrass your poverty
When learn alone what beauty
It is the bitter side of the charm.

To be as happy as I have been,
He kisses the spina, trembles before the rose,
bless with the stricken lip,

you play integer against anything.
I integer I played. I already lost.
See if my revenge is generous.