Love's Longing

Karl Graefe

My first thought,

My last thought,

Beloved, is of you!

When I awaken,

When I fall into slumber,

I think of you.

When I have barely left you,

I yearningly desire

To return to you anew;

I count the hours

With burning longing

To see you again.

My soul is impelled toward

Your happy presence;

I hurry to you.

When I have found you

I am filled with bliss,

In heaven already here on earth!