My heart, I wish to ask you
Heinrich Reinhardt
My heart, I wish to ask you,
What, then, is love, tell me?--
"Two souls and a single thought,
Two hearts and a single heartbeat!"
And tell me: where does love come from?--
"It comes and it is there!"
And tell me: how does love vanish?--
"It was not love if that happened!"
And [what is pure love? --
"That which] forgets itself!"
And when is love at its most profound?--
"When it is at its quietest!"
And when is love at its richest?--
"Love is that when it gives!"
And say, how does love speak?--
"It does not speak, it loves!"