Me, a poor girl

Me, a poor girl, and he, a poor fella,
Love is our life
Is love that comes in handy
On the road of joy n' strife

Be he near or be he far,
The apple of mine eyes is he!
I melt when I see his darling face,
He's my precious jewelry!

Winter days or summer,
His body is warm to touch,
When I have him near me
I wear *him* like robes n' such

The gifts he has bestowed on me
Are secrets we two share:
Crimson roses for my cheeks,
And my lips, a sweet eclair!

What more could I ask for?
He's given me all I need.
His gift of life grows in my womb,
To ask for more is greed!

(Translated by C.P. Ravikumar)