Lulita loves me so, yes she does, In her heart, a garden, where love blooms like a rose. With petals soft as whispers, in the morning's gentle light, She nurtures love with tenderness, a radiant, blooming sight.

Her love's a fragrant bouquet, like a garden in full bloom, Each day, it grows more beautiful, banishing all gloom. In Lulita's sweet embrace, I find my heart's repose, For in her love, like flowers, our sweetest affection grows.