is like the sparkle
that is at night in the star light.
like the flame
that burns day after day
white-hot in the sun
and it is told by your glance,
in your brown eyes with their green specks,
of which each look
carry your feelings faithfully
and it’s caught in your hair
that hangs auburn
down your shoulders
(or sometimes truly blonde
when they have got their own colour)
and its part of your smile
which glistens so lovely
and in that electricity
in every touch
between you and me
and sometimes I do wish
that we do constantly
have this kind of effect
on each other
as if like this
I can truly note love down
and know that it is more
than only feelings,
more than only mutual trust and respect
and is a principle by which we do live
and it has got a own power and core
with its own depths,
without it being possible
to truly define love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem