Prayer and Meditation

You are to my soul what bread is to my body, you are to me what dry seed is to rain. I, who torment myself restlessly for your rest, like the miser with his greed. Now I would like to boast about my treasure, now I tremble that time is now stealing it from me. I wish to enclose myself completely with you. Soon that my happiness will commend itself to all the world.

My gaze revels in your fullness of beauty, to soon faint after your gaze. And no other pleasure remains wish and will than happily pursue your pleasure. That's how I feel every day, changing on the spot, now in heaven, now in hell. What ever bound us, a bond of hope. Who still reads the signs that love once wrote, that fade? I compare it to the parchment that shuns to take hold of, browns and burns like it.

Wedding - Rhine Valley

Three boys probably crossed the Rhine, with a woman landlady, they stopped there. "Mrs. landlady, do you have good beer and wine? Where is your beautiful little daughter?" "My beer and wine is fresh and clear, my little daughter is lying on the bier." And when they entered the chamber, there she lay in a black shrine. The first one pulled back the veil and looked at her with a sad look.

"Oh, were you still alive, you fair maiden! I would love you from 'that time." The second covered the veil and turned away and wept. "Adi, that you are lying on the bier! I have loved you for many a year." The third lifted him again immediately and kissed her on the mouth so pale: "I've always loved you, I still love you today. And I'll love you forever."