Isolt

This then is to love:

to eat the wild greens and not know hunger,

to drink the mountain stream and not want wine.

This then is to love:

to spend the day in sun and not know thirst,

to spend the night awake and not know weariness.

This then is to love:

to speak the whole day and not waste a word,

to stay silent for hours and need no song.

This then is to love:

to sit alone by the willow tree and be always two,

to stand at the river gate together and be just one.

This then is to love:

you there and I here and not a gap between.