Unspoken words. Unruly lips.
Every morning hope is born,
every evening with the sunset it goes away.
Waiting for someone to write you a letter,
this one is waiting for you and you.
And the grief squeezes silently -
how many things you missed.
Unspoken thoughts, a silent dream.
How many tears you have accumulated,
how strong the pain of loneliness is.
And you will wait with faith for that moment,
in which so loving affection
will also touch your life.
Goodbye and Kisses ...