When first your lips touch mine, my dear—
Oh, at thought of it I gasp!
So softly, softly, kiss me, dear,
When down I fall on grass!

O lips, O lips, O lips divine,
I am too weak to stand!
So softly let your mouth be mine,
As I, I squeeze your hand!

Oh, Love, oh, Love, could this be true,
That I could spend my life with you?
Oh, if it were, I think we’d see
A present immortality!