I stand at one end of the spring
You sit on the other end ...

Here the longing's chill wind
Is blowing at my back.

At your back shines
The burning Sun of waiting

I feel a mad desire
To rush towards you
And quench our thirst
With my lips' cherries.

They are still green now,
But in my spring's love,
The cherries ripen in your May.

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