by H.Heine. (writen in Autum 1823)
You’ve everything, pearls and diamonds,
For which all women plead;
Your eyes are the sweetest and fairest –
My love, what more do you need ?
On your sweet eyes, my dearest,
I’ve written for all to read
A host of immortal poems –
My love, what more do you need ?
With your sweet eyes, my dearest,
You made my heart to bleed
And ruined my life forever –
My love, what more do you need ?