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,
And you, my servility. .
08.12.99,Palakkad
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