1. My soul is a ransom for one who, if I hurt him
Reproachfully, his cheek melts and crumbles away.

2. And in the garden the fires of shyness are kindled
By the water of youth, flames fanned by the breeze’s play.

3. His conversation sketched gently over it
Solace, when his cheek grew hot and his neck gave way.

4. Sweet when he speaks, his words intoxicate me;
When he but breathes, rapture steals my wits away.

5. Angry, he is a charmer; I cannot win
His favor but by making him yet more angry.