all the reparations you will ever need
I'm constantly wondering my only love
if you had by now reconsidered
during the lost time of whole weeks
of how like an unextinguishable bright flame
my love is still waiting to be accepted again
and chase away your hearts old coldnesses.
O my adored!
let us both come out of our self-imposed wintering shadows
so you may lie down on this half-empty summer warm bed of mine
and we'll laugh about the tears we've both wasted on foolishness