Classic Poem

Wie entwickeln sich doch schnelle

How from such a chance beginning
And in what a casual fashion,
There has grown so close a union,
Such a great and tender passion.

Every day this charming creature
Holds me faster in her power,
And the feeling that I love her
Grows upon me hour by hour.

And her soul has beauty? Frankly,
That's a matter of opinion;
But I'm quite sure of the other
Charms she shows to me, her minion.

Those white lips and that white forehead!
Nose that wrinkles on occasion,
When her lips curve into laughter —
And how swift is their persuasion!