Now, closed go given is my english
not really here a feed of eyes.
The ground: for me it’s not so dringlish
to glare with ghost round any price.
Much dringlisher, that you verstand,
what I in hearten for you feel.
Since I first met you on the strand,
this lukewarm summernight in Kiel.
You came from Utah, I from here.
You said „Hello!“, I airy: „Wow!“.
We talked by one pair couple bear.
You falled me so, I can’t say how.
When you this read, I’ll be away
I eated me up after you.
I begged you thousand-tray to stay
But you did not paint hear me to.
My accent, ment you: unoutstanded.
Na Gott sei Dank. Es ist beendet.
copyright by harry boldt