To me it is sad without you …
And the life becomes deserted.
And it is heavier day by day
To the sad and hidden soul.
After all a soul is not to understand by the mind.
It cannot be measured by anything.
It predominates in all
On that and this light.
Well, who has told,
What the emptiness do not weigh?
When the soul is empty,
No more hard it is on the light!
It is empty and heavy,
When you will condemn.
It will be pierced with a through pain,
When stop be loving you.
And still et better to belove!
Than not to love and be loved.
Such property at the soul -
To love be un-tamed!
Darling, I will not forget you! -
The charm smile and sweet of the cheeks.
On the heart the not-forget-me has fallen,
Which I all the same have saved up!
2008
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