A former friend

Forgive me, that said, my dear,
Youre beautiful, but not so
And softly stroked his hand.
Youre is nice but not cute
Your eyes are like the sky,
He fog disappears,
Your lips are very soft,
He go away — do not go away.
Forgive me, that said, cute
And softly stroked his hand,
Youre good, but not a favorite,
Youre handsome but not like that.