I don't want to sing a dithyramb
and to flatter you I do not want
You are simply so dear to my heart -
for comparison I find no words,
To write poems I have no strength -
with your silence akin to become,
And I'd like to be dumb as a grave,
to be able to show my love,
All of yours in me - unprecedented,
as the first sip of milk for a child,
And your eyes widely open to heaven,
where only for shines a star...
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