I never become a matured man 1

I never become a matured man,

As I never praise you unnecessarily,

Just in order to appease you,

 The way men often do with every pretty women,

Because for me you are not an woman,

But only a nice soul, that I hold in my devotion.

 I praise you,

Wherever you do praiseworthy,

Criticize you,

Whenever I feel you go wrong,

As I wish to see

A continuous growth in your person,

A great glow in your life,

Because I adore you.

For me love means to give everything,

So I go on giving,

 Whatsoever I feel beneficial to you,

Without using my brain,

Without putting a cunning and matured mind into it,

Without thinking how you would interpret my words,

I never become a matured man.