To Chloë

When love shines from your blue,

bright, open eyes,

and with the pleasure of gazing into them

my heart pounds and glows;

And I hold you and kiss

your rosy, warm cheeks;

lovely maiden, and I clasp

you trembling in my arms!

Maiden, maiden, and I press

you firmly to my breast,

which at the last moment,

only at death, will let you go;

Then my intoxicated gaze is cast in shadows

by a gloomy cloud,

and I sit then, exhausted,

but blissful, next to you.