As adamant is hard.
The fire from Tinatina’s eyes had long
Set his young heart aflame with strong desire,
And stricken him with wounds that never heal’d.
Many a day he hid his burning love,
And sunder’d from his mistress, all the red
Fled from his roselike, tender cheeks;
But soon as fate did bring him near to her again,
The wildly beating heart crimson’d his face,
And all his aching wounds did gape afresh.