Loving In Secret Poem by Peter Mamara

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

I kept quiet, loving in secret.
I thought that you'd like it.
Since I figured out an endless number
Of fatal dreams of pleasure
— In your looks.

But I can't go on. My longing's strength
Gives words to the exciting mystery
I would like to draw the sweet fire
— Of that person that my heart knows.

My young woman, with long and blond hair
Don't you see that my mouth is scorched by thirst?
And pain is also in my eye?

You shall cool my sigh with a pant.
My thought you, get drunk with a smile.
Come to my chest. Bring closure to my plight.

(1883 December)

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