Meditation and Wedding Prayer

Oh you, when your lips touch me, then lust wants to take my soul away. I feel a deep, nameless tremor heave my bosom. My eyes blaze, embers float on my cheeks. The heart beats with an unknown desire. My spirit, lost in drunken lips, stammering can hardly gather itself.

In such an hour life hangs on your sweet, rosy mouth. And almost wants to leave me with your trusty embrace. That it can't flee out of itself, the soul glowing completely in your soul! But the lips that burn with longing must part! May my being not melt away in a kiss when it closes so tightly on your mouth. And your heart, which never dares to beat loudly for me!

Your Wedding at the Traumgarten Thalwil - Zurich

I was looking for a healing herb recently for my heartache. Then I saw two lovers in a poplar avenue. They walked so oblivious to the world, faithfully guided by hand. And were both so ugly and both so touched. They were happy in their lot and full of confidence. He wore plaid pants, just like a circus clown. Her gaze was full of sweetness, the evening was bright and sultry. She had flat feet and a ridicule.

It was a wriggling of limbs, May pinched hearts. They took me for a poplar and blissfully passed by. I stood by the ditch and saw how it went. It's a beautiful thing to love yourself so much! And what the poets babble about elderberry bush and such, many a heart will be happy even under poplars. And those who are not striving for great and rare joys have experienced modest happiness in checked trousers.