It doesn’t matter how far I dive,
It doesn’t matter whether I will survive,
I am afraid that I will drown,
In the ocean of love.
Every mountain I will climb for you,
Every path I will go for you,
And walk through the July,
The vintner prepares the wine.
After all your behavior, I know,
It doesn’t matter how far I dive,
I know that I will survive,
Because if you will try to drown me,
I will surely find a rescue.
Written in: May 2013. Adopted from: Schmitz, Timo. For better and for worse – A collection of poems. Berlin, 2013. All rights reserved.
Timo Schmitz 