As you were coming through the door

the one that I was looking for-

a happy feeling flowed trough my heart.

With it´s beating, loud and hard,

it implored to you: “Oh, please, why don´t you come here ?“

And then you were really strolling near

with your hands in the pockets in your pants-

and large bands of ants

were running across my skin.

And- with a grin-

you were listening while I was playing the guitar.

I spent the next days looking at you,

asking myself: ““What more could I do ?“

And when I caught your eyes- that shining blue-

I looked away- and started anew.

Your beauty and grace, your eyes and your smile,

your gestures- the way you move- and your style,

your spirit and mind, your special qualities,

your kindness; Alison, your whole personality

captivated my soul and my heart.

And imagine, an angel from heaven appeared as a guard

in order to protect us from any harm.

And alas, I fear that words can´t describe my happiness the follwing hours

as we were together and our time began- on the “Dom“ and the T.V.- Tower-

as we were both under one umbrella- running through showers of rain-

as we were walking through Lüneburgs little streets and lanes,

as I was holding you- on the tour through the harbour with the fire- boat.

And I can´t forget your friendly assistance for the pages of the Diary, I wrote

and your kisses as we sat on the Bus- travelling over the highways-

and the embraces and hugs all the days,

and the time at the “Fischmarkt“- where you bought the necklaces and bangles.

And I won´t forget your tender caress- in the “party- room“, surrounded by candles,

and I won´t forget any of the minutes we had.

Oh- tell me why had this wonderful time passed so fast

leaving me behind- alone and downcast.

How often I was walking down a street- thinking of something else,

but then I saw a rose and although there were no sounds of violins and bells-

you were in my mind and I got a tender feeling.

And when I´m thinking of you I found myself gazing at the ceiling,

sitting in the arm- chair- with my cat on my knees-

or walking over the frozen river bordered by white trees.

But you´re not here- so to allay my grief

but to paint your name on the window I breathed upon.