|I saw it in their nuptial party,
Prey of intense blush
Auque reigned, victorious,
In his lathe, the love.
They twinkled like stars their pupils. Sorry,
I contemplated enthralled in them
As much as in the world there is of beautiful.
The chastity that the face inflames
It is only vestal chastity,
But to their fatal charm
It sprouted stronger the flame
In the chest of the one that one day
He/she saw it prey of the blush,
auque in his lathe had
a world full with love!