Es Liegt Der Heisse Sommer

There lies the heat of summer
On your cheek’s lovely art:
There lies the cold of winter
Within your little heart.
That will change, beloved,
The end not as the start!
Winter on your cheek then,
Summer in your heart.

by Heinrich Heine

Comments (3)

I wonder why, given the perfect creature as you describe, nature felt it could do better.
Wonder what people hundreds of years in the future will thing of things they find from our civilization? This poem is really thought provoking...and all too true. Raynette
Tiktaalik roseae? You bring an acerbic insight as always Michael. Thoughtful and thought provoking. Thank you.