In The Name Of The Word... Poem by Olga Bergholz

In the name of the word that, my dear,
Is best one and single for us,
Again fall in love with me here,
And tell me all this and - at once.

Beware! You could loose the right moment!
So, call for, not looking at past,
The proud and happiest load
Of my love's unusual thrust.

You'll never find fate more delicious,
Nor heights, deeper sunk in the blue,
Because it contains our last wishes -
The last air to breathe for us two.