A trifle

for Catherine
.

I don't know what love is

but perhaps

it is something like this:

When she

come home from abroad

and tells me proudly: "I sawa water rat" and I remember these words

when I wake up in the night

and next day at my work

and I long

to hear her say

the same words once more

and for her

to look exactly the same

as she looked

when she said them –

I think that is maybe love

or something rather like it

.
Erich Fried | "A trifle".
.