I didn't love her...

I didn't love her, I was stupid guy
When she was sleeping quietly behind
She ever seen me off with lovely look

I didn't love her. I felt good
I hadn't any loneliness or boredom
I didn't care how much there were them...
So, I didn't want to see her with somebody

I always thought about her unloved
I knew her favored flowers and pomade
All the cockroaches in her head and friends
But, it was needed for someone

I didn't love her and I never bluffed
I slowed her down: «It isn't so important»
I told her when and with whom I was sleeping
But I was scared to see some tears on her cheek

I didn't love her, it was passion
When she was whispering:«I can be hear»
It was addition, I was really shocking
When her lips squeaky kissed me rear

I didn't love her, but was listening her pulse
I tried to warm her palm
When she had lost her itinerary
I was returning her persistently:«Beloved»

I didn't love her, but I liked her charm
Her smile and interesting dimples
In trying to discover, where my shark
I called her «My carassius»

Didn't I love her?