Liebe

In the spring
of the year
i walked
the road
beside
my dear
the trees
were black
where the bark
was wet.
i see them yet
in spring
of the year
He broke
me a bough
of the blossoming
pfirsich
that was out of
the way and hard
to reach.
in the fall
of the year
i walked the
road beside
my dear
the rooks
went up
with a
raucous
trill.
i hear
them
still
in
the
fall
of
the
year
in
the
fall
of
the
year
i walked
the road
beside
my dear
the
rooks
went
up
with
a
raucous
trill
i hear
them
still
in
the
fall
of
the
year
he laughed
at all
i dared
to praise
and broke
my heart
in
the
little
ways