Sorge nie, dass ich verrate

Do not fear that I'll betray my
Love for you. The world ignores
What I say about your beauty
When I gush in metaphors.

Underneath a glade of flowers
In a hushed and hidden field,
Lies our warm and glowing secret,
Burning bright — but still concealed.

Though the rose may flame too boldly,
Never fear — they will not see!
For the world believes that fire
Only burns in " poetry. "