A poem needs (or should need) no introduction. Whether one wants it to interpret it literally or like Faust (a heavy influence) or a Sufi poem - is up to the reader.

 

I see you in every woman I see

I long for the fragrance of your hair,

the taste of your body.

Me inhaling the smell of our breath, 

I seek for your touch,

you besides me

my fingers twirling over your arms

We sat in silence

but ah, more beauteous than a sonata was that!

A silent little night music.

I cry out to the heavens -

Gods, when will I see her? Or will I ever?

You will be there  - in the montage I will flip through,

when I am breathing my last.

My Wild Strawberry! My Rosebud!

Like Manna to a lonely desert traveler,

you came into my life.

Passing like a swift stream 

through scorched earth,

And, other than you, the world only offers mirages

This empty chalice you filled with the Wine,

clatters on the shelves now.

Can love out of lust not be born?

Can a lotus out of mire not rise?

O Victoria, O Victoria!

Or shall I call you Gretchen of my life!

I will keep praying, hoping, waiting.

'Cause that's all I can do -

for you and for your love.

Wishing you'll someday land from the skies above,

like a Goddess that you are.

Like the leaf of Daphne,

I will keep you tied to my soul.

And beseech you -

Absolve me! absolve me in your loving embrace.