When Will I Hug My Lisa?

Do years pass quickly, not the beautiful memories stuck in the mind more than in the fond heart? When will I hug my Lisa and delight her with kisses? When can this dream be real, letting joys start? I haven't spread petals of roses on my cold bed, or bought a bottle champagne as I intended; there is no presence of her: the strong fragrance was the only reason to start a new romance! Why settled with some woman with tempting lips, who doesn't consider my feelings, but surely digs fun, excitement and pleasure until I wear myself out? Let pleasures come, forgetting that Lisa is my delight! Will ever come a day I'll know complete happiness? Being used has never been ideal, devotion is divine and blessed by God; who wants to feel restlessness? Lord, I have gone astray and drank too much wine! When will I hug Lisa and make her my darling? She longs for faithfulness, I long for devotion; we both want good things, the best of everything: let God bless us, so we can be happy and move on!