When you kiss a woman,

and find her mouth sweet,

it is your love that you taste,

it is your heart that has raced.

When you touch a woman,

and find her throbbing surrender,

it is your surrender, that you observe,

it is your desire that you must serve.

When you love a woman,

and find her delicate soul within,

it is your soul that you discover

it is being loved, you are the lover

And when you lose a woman,

and it breaks your heart,

it is you who pays the cost

it is your soul, which is lost.