Just like your beautiful long hair,
my thoughts have now become entangled,
inside my mind, so many years
have passed and they will never leave.
It is their home, and I do need
that you shall know that no sweet maiden
could ever touch my heart of hearts.
What must not be is what Ye Gods
do not allow, no greater love
has sought its home inside my soul.
Like on the ridge, the Lorelei
down here I stand, in my distress
with all my truth, not of myself,
no Gods may understand it now.
For me there was no other love
in this, my life. 'Twas only you.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maedchen-an-der-schwalm-english-version/
