I like that you are mad but not for me
I like that it’s not you I’m mad about
That all the weight of Earth will never cease
To be as solid under us as now
I like that I am very free to be
A funny one and not to shut my mouth
And not to blush in stifling modesty
When you by accident just touch my blouse
I also like that you when I am close
Can wrap your arms around someone another
And do not think that I should die because
I kiss another man and do not bother
That my sweet name, my sweetheart, never was
Pronounced in vain, with or without cover
That you will never solemnly propose
And we won’t be made one by Holy Father
With all my heart and hand, thank you, indeed
That you without knowing are my lover
And love me much: for my unworried sleep
For seldom meetings in the dawning hours
For not-a-walk along the midnight street
For sun that brightly shines, but isn’t ours, -
For that you’re mad but not – alas! - for me
For that’s not you –alas! – I’m mad about!
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