Poetry

Outside daisies are flowering in the bright sun
white Iceberg-roses open their cups wide
but I am scared to say a word to you
and would have said deeper things if I could
 
but between us everything has become earthy
and far too fleeting is the hour
as if the highpoint of love can last only for moments
as if time, obligations and life constantly does us curtail
 
but still you are far past beautiful to me
although to eternity time flashes past.