I Wasn'T In Time Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

I wasn't in time for you loved
to tell about love,
I wasn't in time.

And this way I wanted you to know,
that I only dreamt of you,
I dreamt of you.

I wasn't in time
for you nice
to stick in hair
of two rays, of two golden rays,

whom I took on credit today
from the sun,
now I have trouble,
I have trouble.

Because I promised to pay
it with poems with golden
font written, radiant...

With the golden
font and love,
happy lines.

And here leaden clouds
right above my head
are approaching,
they are approaching

and mercies with the rain,
demolishing with lightning,
they have nothing,
above me they have nothing.

And there is as well
no you by me, there is
by me no you.