When I look into your eyes,
away, all my sorrow flies.
And when your lips I might kiss,
my whole being is deep in bliss.
When I rest upon your breast,
I feel as if by Heaven blest.
And when you say: I love you!
I can’t help but cry as children do.
“Wenn ich in deine Augen seh” / Dichterliebe / Heine No. 4 / 1840 (edited)