I know, I'm the only one idiot who still cries, when she reads a poem.

"Put your cheeck on my cheeck

and let our tears falling down together

Push your heart on my heart

so they can beat together, like two fires.

And when the river of our tears

flows in the big fire

and when my burning arms hold you tight,

I die...for my love desire.

Free translated from H.Heine, Lyrisches Intermezzo: Lied VI