The carnations in my garden
Philip Wolfrum
The carnations in my garden
with their crimson center-star
they all must wilt away now,
because you are afar.
The flames in my hearth
I so loved to watch,
they crumbled to ashes,
because you are afar.
The world went sour,
with neither flower greeting me nor star -
my heart died away long ago,
because you are afar.