For those of you who also love poetry, I had some time to revisit some books I had read but forgotten about. This is one of my favorites.
To Lou Andreas-Salome -by Rainer Maria Rilke
As one puts a handkerchief before pent-in-breath-
no: as one presses it against a wound
out of which the whole of life, in a single gush,
wants to stream, I held you to me: I saw you
turn red from me. How could anyone express
what took place between us? We made up for everything
there was never time for. I matured strangely
in every impulse of unperformed youth,
and you, love, had wildest childhood over my heart.