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I'm pretty, but I'm not beautiful. I sin, but I'm not the devil. I'm good, but I'm not an angel, she said.

"my love sleeps besides me -
in the faint light - I see his manly jaw
give away - and the mouth of his
boyhood returns
with a softness softer
its sensitiveness that trembling
in stillness
his eyes must have look out
wonderously from the cave of the little
boy - when the things he did not understand -
he forgot
but will he look like this when he is dead
oh unbearable fact inevitable
yet sooner would I rather his love die
than/or him?
the pain of his longing when he looks
at another
like an unfulfilment since the day
he was born.
And I in mericless pain
and with his pain of Longing -
when he looks at and loves another
like an unfulfilment of since the day
he was born -
we must endure
I more sadly because I can feel no joy"

Some of my scans of the book "Tapfer Lieben" (1)