Insatiable love
Peter Mieg
Thus is love! Thus is love!
It cannot be satiated with kisses:
Who is such a fool as to try to fill
A sieve with nothing but water?
And if you scooped water for a thousand years;
And kissed for ever and ever,
You would never manage to satisfy love.
Love, love has strange new yearnings
Every hour of the day;
We wounded our lips with bites
When we kissed each other today.
The maiden held perfectly still,
Like a little lamb under the knife;
Her eyes pleaded: just continue,
The more it hurts, the better!
Thus is love, and has been thus
As long as there has been love,
And Solomon, the wise one, was
Not in love any differently.