I don’t know, if you
Will ever, ever
Reach love with me.
I only know, that when
I think of it, my cheeks Pale,
That I, with cold nerves,
Could become so hot,
Laugh in the glow
Of your love,
And break your heart.
Mia Holm 1900
translation by Joe Bandel
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