Turteltauben Poem by Piccola Topo Gigio

Being able to tell you,

With this same conviction,
With this same strength,
With this same overpowering motion,

Like that first day,
That first minute,
That first second,

A year,
Then two,
And every other five,

Until I'm old,
Until I'm frail,
Maybe even a li'l bit insane...

That I love you,
That I still do,
As I always said I would,

Like tomorrow, like yesterday,
Like ever before, Or even after;
Never less, rather more,

With this same overpowering motion,
This same strength,
This same conviction,

Within this right moment, this same instant...