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Yearning

– S¨oren Wellh¨ofer

D OST THOU FEEL THE LONGING FIRE?,

which in heated nights shall blaze;

and gently drive us when we aspire, to entice each other as we gaze.

Bound we are for lives asunder, yet one last glimpse of noble grace, shall be granted in enraptur’d thunder, in Italy’s enchanting warm embrace.

You are but free of remonstration, a spouse of finest fidelity; yet despite of our infatuation, such bonds last until eternity.

Hence now we must not fret, and relish our tenuous bliss; aeons time to still regret, what to discern we were amiss.

Entwined in mind and soulless strive, now wistful glances come alive; And once so low, the ardent fire, now burns in us, when we desire.