Girlfriend (XI)

All eyes under the sun — burning,
A day like no other.
‘Tis to you, I am confiding,
In case I should wander —

Whoever’s lips I’d be kissing
As time strikes for lovers,
Whomever I’d pledge to, trembling
With the midnight’s darkness, —

Live, as passed from mother to child,
Like blossoms blossoming,
Never letting glances go wild
To someone, fancying…

See that cypress cross, so little?
— It is your memento —
All shall spring to life — just whistle
Underneath my window.

22 February 1915

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