(04 October 1943 / Germany)


And will you hold my hand
a li'l bit longer please?
I cannot breathe without it,
my heart won't beat, believe me
must have your skin to touch,
your warmth and all your fragrance.
If I depart from here
it matters little,
if I have you to hold
please do not go.

by Herbert Nehrlich

Comments (2)

Such a sweet poem. So much longing in so few words...
Very touching. Such a sad moment. Sincerely, mary