An Die Ferne Geliebte
(To The Distant Beloved)
In moments hidden beneath a mask of
playfulness.
Who's heart were only ready to yield.
or could only hesitate and shed tears.
But there was the sweet refined.
face with the dark questioning eyes.
and the reflection of her dark hair,
which flowed down in soft ringletes
to the swanlike neck.
She's the only one who gave him,
her love selflessly, fully knowing
the demons of his art.
His strange, splendid genuis,
his great heart and his tragic conflict
wih himself didn't matter to her heart,
even though his wounds be still
unhealed. . .
Feb. 14/97
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