I still can see and hear and smelll Although I don’t know whether Her magic old-time door-bell Will call me once to get together.
I don’t know what for, why We have been so long separated And cannot finally ally. There wasn’t anything that aided.
I don’t know where and when I kiss her tenderly and hotly, And cooddle her joyously again And vocalize my feelings baldly.
And I don’t know whether she Still loves like formerly as truly. She was addicted erst to me Like to the cradle – the tired coolie.
What happened later? I don’t know. We are since years separated. Once winter rain once summer snow – There wasn’t anything that aided…
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