As I wrote

When I wrote once, were there melodies
tore open from time to time something in me
however, were more more and more relaxation!
"For all time love?"
If I heard this, when, nevertheless, this was same...
The past days appeared in me
push them of me.
Melodies opened to me a world, thus quite differently than I loved!
Did not feel me any more like a sore roe deer.
If was the reckless horse who began to the jump!
Wrote and did not pay attention to me.
It was too often too much feeling in me and damaged only.
Nevertheless, you doubted only me?!
And I strove myself to come true my wishes independently.