Liebeslied

Where do you come from, where are you going?
I can smell him, the scent of your skin
Words that pour out like oil on your forehead
And if I saw tears flowing from you
The meaning only became clear late
And the warmth of your lap
Stained and therefore pure
Metaphysically shines your kindness
With you, I feel small

The realization of your desires should carry my love
And the duration of this covenant should be from the deepest depth
You are the crown of a creation
You must be an angel
Are you truth or fiction?
Only God knows

Who are you, where were you once?
When my life cried out full of longing
You enchanted me, from head to knee
As if by God's grace, grace falls from you
Give me the answer, I don't want to ask
In your gaze resides wisdom as well as impatience