O, what sweetness conjured up without delay, Arriving on time is her sweet vicissitude, Beyond divine are her mortal feelings nude, Given to me by her crimson purvey, Her throbbing ballet is star of the play, Amatory is this tender interlude, And serene is its serendipitous allude, Living gether in a warm and cozy chalet; I'm into her oval eyes, this delightful woman, Plucked me right out of the garden of misery, And now I must thank and appreciate thee, She's become my exclusive, this kind woman, I adore, and I am her belovèd man, Married to love, married for eternity.