I can not afford to look at you. You're worth more than a fleeting glance. Contemplate. Yes, that's what I do. When you, when you come, when you're not and you can imagine. When I watch you from afar and I think that much more that I try, I will not be able to find an adjective that fits you. They should invent a kind of woman based on what resources and said, at least in me. Thus each time I ask you how you are, stop mute for not finding the words to be used to speak of you should feel honored.
I look at the background and what I get to utter is: My Heine.