My angel 👼, my all, my own self — only a few words today, and that too with pencil ✏️ (with yours) — only till tomorrow is my lodging definitely fixed.
What abominable waste of time ⏱ in such things — why this deep grief 😕, where necessity speaks?
Can our love persist 💗💪 otherwise than through sacrifices, than by not demanding everything?
Canst thou change it, that thou are not entirely mine, I not entirely thine?
Oh, God 👼, look into beautiful Nature 🌲 and compose your mind 🧠 to the inevitable.
Love 🌹 demands everything and is quite right, so it is for me with you, for you with me.
Only you forget so easily, that I must live for you and for me.
Were we quite united 🤞, you would notice this painful 🤒 feeling as little as I should.
We shall probably soon meet, even today I cannot communicate my remarks to you, which during these days I made about my life.
Were our hearts close 💕 together, I should probably not make any such remarks.
My bosom is full, to tell you much 🗣— there are moments when I find that speech is nothing at all.
Brighten up 💡 — remain my true and only treasure, my all, as I to you.
The rest the gods must send, what must be for us and shall.