If you move a little farther away,
if you turn your gaze away from me,
then my heart seems to stop under the weight of tears.
Every limb that once received your touch, your kisses, suddenly turns into aching wounds.
And you know? I cannot endure so much pain.
So I call you, come very close, my dear one.
Look into my eyes,
with a little more love, becoming a little softer.
In the mirror of your eyes I want to keep looking at myself a bit longer.
I do not have the means to buy a mirror,
but I have the boundless capacity to love you.
You yourself said, that seeing my tears makes your heart ache.
I again grow afraid, what if you suddenly become angry.
When you look deeply into my eyes,
how can I possibly hide my tears so quickly?
So my tears turn into butterflies and fly away to rest in your open hair.
By then, you have not even noticed.
Tell me then,
still why do you go far away?
Can one truly leave even such a lover?