He is her man who makes her blush
And who turns her, before him, tense.
He is her man who makes her dumb
And who turns her, to his moves, mum.
He is her man to whom she grows
Wild in bewilderment and whom she minds.
She is his woman who sends him mad
Of her, and who blinds him, against all odds.
She is his woman, who haunts him,
And who without reasons imprisons him.
She is his woman to whom he wills
To file all his to win over her will.
If so, we two befit
I revived your bridal blush,
You, my youthfulness.