I am mostly afraid in truth.
Such is the meaning of my life entwined
To this beaming thought,
Which has seized my soul that other summer.
So much to me, your image is eternal dear,
Here dwells this heart all for you,
Out of my heart mere jealousy,
To love you and to please you.
And if I tremble, forgive me
So sincerely you say it.
To tell me again and again,
Despite those glum hours; all.
That I love you, that I love you.