Poetry

When stars appear at night
the garden still have a kind of beauty
when the evening flower opens pure,
when there is love between us.

There I forget any kind of pain
are surrounded by yellow-white jasmine
even when heartache brings tears to my eyes,
when there is love between us

There is the smell of lavender
that softly is carried by the evening breeze,
when I lift my eyes to God,
when there is love between us

In times of pain and longing
the birds are still singing to each other,
under the big old yellow moon,
when there is love between us.

There I see stars sparkling blue,
I never become bitter,
even when death suddenly comes,
when there is love between us.

Still memories are gliding,
as if it can bring you back again,
although my days continue alone,
when there is love between us.