(1) To see her (CJW) is to love her, and i love but her forever,
For nature made her what she is and ne'er made anither!


(2) There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her (CJW) passing by,
And yet i love her till i die.


(3) I love thee , i love but thee,
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgement Book unfold!

pyi phyo aung