Prayer and Meditation

O don't turn away from me, O look at me kindly again! Just such a look from you, as it usually did me so much good! I want to follow like a child. I want to be as silent as the grave, not a word, no matter how gently, confess that I love you so much. Will gladly bear any pain, only be good and mild to me again! Oh!

I can be without hope, not without you, you sweet picture! The little piece of bread, the flower pale red and the blanket of your bed. If only I had those three. If I had just bitten off the bread from you laughing, I would also feel the slight pressure from all the kisses that have flown away. The flower hadn't completely decayed, something would have endured somewhere, like a little bird, your heart would always be beating in my hand.

And if only the blanket were mine, how lovely and sleepy, loose from the bodice, the presentiment of your little limbs must be spread out in it. So I don't have any of the three and have to start all over again and yet I can't end To touch you with lips and hands to feel you!

Wedding Celebration - Region Schaffhausen

Recently, with bold jesting, I told you a loving word with a familiar sound. It rings in my heart over and over again and beats like a nightingale. That trills without rest and rest. you love you! I would like to say it to you more often, this lovely word, meant so faithfully.

It's very tempting to dare with sweet hesitation what seems forbidden. Forgive me for doing it again. you love you! If I could seriously call you that! May all my ego perish in you! m free, joyful confession of how well heart and heart understand each other. Oh let me say all the time. you love you!