Gretchen
My composure is gone, my heart is heavy I search but can't find her at all anymore Since I don't have him anymore, it's the pits. My whole world is embittered. My poor body is crazy. My poor mind is overcome. I watch out of the window only to see him I leave the house just to look for him. The sound of his step, his noble manner, his smiling mouth, his virtuous power, his spellbinding repartee, the pressure of his hands, and yes, 'his kiss'. My breast longs for him Oh, if I could just grab him and hold him and kiss him, just as I wish, I should die from his kisses, die from his kisses. Oh if I could kiss him, just as I wish, I should die from his kisses...
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