Chive Wedding – 66 Years of Strength for the Soul – Love, it has taken hold of me too, stirred up my innermost being!

Meditation and Wedding Prayer

A restrained trickle of the violin trembles in my room. I listen and think about the silent tones. They touch my soul caressingly, shyly and gently. Your dear picture comes to me in wooing beauty. That's an old story. You can see it at first glance. A lyric poet is always the victim of discreet music. She flirts such frivolous banter, She babbles delightful things. She rummages through bushes for the sake of forgotten feelings! It has gripped me too, stirred up my innermost being. how much i love you That's when I felt it! Now the quiet tones are silent, and everything has been fulfilled. And in infinite beauty I see your dear picture.

Chive Wedding

Why, O love, in the dust of the earth, to be loved is misery and ruin? Oh, you decorate your bower with cypresses and let us woo you with sighs. How, enraptured by the scent, I steal the flower and let it die on my bosom. So the tender head that makes us happy is laid against our heart and there – crushed. We are two shadows that met at an ash tree from world and world. We glided lonely in the enraptured field and sought late hostels to sleep.

And stood facing us for a profound moment, anciently known, and greeted us and grew to the point of happiness. Then we sank over and over, crumbling back into the old night. You shall not willfully break a flower, throw it away or pick it apart. You should never speak of love to a girl if you don't want to make her happy with your hand. The kiss she gave you blushing, a sweeter mouth can blow it away again. But she feels yours all her life. It does not love the woman in passing!