Tin Wedding – 6th wedding anniversary – But if I look into your lovely eyes, then I’ll gladly measure the world!

Meditation and Wedding Prayer

I once believed in my power. how ambition has rummaged through this breast! I often felt my temples throbbing, as if they were surrounded by a wreath. The green tree of hope is defoliated. It's love that's stealing my peace now. When your white hand cools my forehead and my sick head lies in your lap.

As in a dream, I often rise up: "Dreamy youth behind me - How far the goal that I once chose for myself!" But I look into your lovely eyes, then I like to measure the world, you I lost. I have you, heaven for it!

Tin Wedding

And do you want to know why I was so musing sometimes, sometimes so foolish and stupid. So unforgivably scattered, you want to know, even without mercy, what is in it that is so dear. The secretly locked drawer that I often faced? I saw two eyes how the beam breaks in the water. And where there are only two eyes, I think of their light. Yes, when you recently snatched the flower from the blooming rain and called it "Oculus Christi," I remembered the eyes.

Also there is a voice, deep, trembling, like horne's reverberation. She's a complete mockery of me, she follows me everywhere. Recently in the flickering hall I was tormented by Gegell's violin. Then I suddenly heard the voice in the cello. I also know a figure so light and strong at the same time. She walks in front of me in the forest and glides across the pond.

Yes, just as I was contemplating seeing a streak of cloud melt over the moon's eyes, that was her form, like smoke. And hear, hear last, there, in there in the shrine, lies a cloth wet with blood. I put that in secret. he only scratched his edge. When he cut berries from the bush for me, now I have them both, his blood and my burning love.