She Follows Her Way Into The Woods Poem by Peter Mamara

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

She follows her way into the woods.
I start to follow her footsteps.
When I get closer next to her,
I'm out of breath.

But I persistently get closer to her
And I talk and give her advice
She defends herself with one hand
And she looks constantly away from me.

When I put my hand around her waist.
She bends so she can get away.
But I pull her towards me
— Closer and closer.

She may not want. She may surrender…
I put her head on my shoulder.
I place endless kisses
— On her mouth and on her closed eyes.

And I hold her closer to my chest.
I'm out of breath.
I ask her why is she gloomy.
I ask her if she loves me

And she opens her eye,
Which is large, stubborn and dreamy.
She says: "You are so dear to me,
Even though at times, you are cheeky".
(1876)
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