Loving you
And tries to justify all ways and words,
You just deny the painful kingdom,
You say “No love” – thus thrust a sword.
You know my pain, feel my nervous tremor,
In gentle touch you even hear my cry,
And trying just to be a cultured dreamer
You keep the silence, never telling “why”.
In all your care you don’t stand my tear,
You hide the answer to the question “how”,
And even when I call you “Dear”,
You stay apart with smiling though.
Some great disorder and the trembling thunder
In every blood cell, in the spinal cord,
It should be fear, or at least a wonder,
But I still thanking for this love my God.
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