from your EYES into mine, One kiss from your LIPS on my lips, Can one who has certain knowledge of these, as I, Take PLEASURE in anything else?
Far from you, separated from my loved ones, I let my thoughts roam constantly, And always they alight upon that one Single hour: and I begin to weep.
Suddenly my TEARS are dried: He loves indeed, I reflect, here in this stillness, Oh, should you not reach out to me in the far distance?
Hear these whispered WORDS of love My sole happiness on earth is your goodwill to me; Give me a SIGN!

~ Johann Wolfgang Goethe ~