Books and love - Carl David af Wirsén
When you silently sit by your desk
and forget the wide earth in favour of a book,
and she, who became your all, slips
her arms around her lover then,
so don't sourly say: leave me alone!
No, leave the book behind, and do the same!
For bundle of papers you have any day,
but you do not know, how long she will stay.
And many a man, who now sit lonely,
so longing to be disturbed just like you.
Let love fill your binder with painted
miniatures, shining in gold!
Then it shall, you unfortunate one, if your home stands empty,
the old book shine like a saint,
and right on that page, where you were disturbed then,
an angelhead shall stand and wave.
Fear of Love - Vizma Belsevica
Dearest, what shall I do?
Shall I give in?
And shatter the shell of loneliness?
In the spring the bud give in
to long awaited sunshine.
Yes please - Sonja Åkesson
A warm hand.
A warm nest.
A warm cardigan
to wrap the shivering thoughts.
A warm body
to wrap the body.
A warm soul to wrap the soul.
A warm life
to wrap the shivering life.
The silent love - Hedvig Charlotta Nordenflycht
I love, hiding the flame.
The torment content me:
loving without hope,
in uncertain dread fights,
with stifled sighs repress
in silence gnaw apart.
Oh, loveliest burden!
Oh, sweet pangs of love,
to secretly revere
their high choice!