"And feeling how I love her I feel sweet"

Sweet Bread

Franziska baked some sweet bread shaped like birds
I wish I were with her in Germany
Since all I have to eat here is my words

I think sweet bread would be better for me
Sometimes my words are hardly sweet at all
And sometimes bitter in the chill of fall

But she is far away along the Rhein
Her sweet bread is probably eaten now
So I am stuck with just these words of mine
With which I have to muddle through somehow

Still there is sweet bread which one need not eat
To savor in spirit across the sea
From along the Rhein right along to me

And feeling how I love her I feel sweet

+Steven Curtis Lance



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