Just like your beautiful long hair,
my thoughts have now become entangled,
inside my mind, so many years
have passed and they will never leave.
It is their home, and I do need
that you shall know that no sweet maiden
could ever touch my heart of hearts.
What must not be is what Ye Gods
do not allow, no greater love
has sought its home inside my soul.
Like on the ridge, the Lorelei
down here I stand, in my distress
with all my truth, not of myself,
no Gods may understand it now.
For me there was no other love
in this, my life. 'Twas only you.
Absolutely beautiful and one to add to my favourites. Chrissie
Ah....Herbert, I love this poem. Have you read the book ''the Notebook''? You should. Recaptures this to a T...Thank You for posting this...Hearts to Hearts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really like the english version better. isn't that strange? u.