So happy-hearted

Polish Literature: Uncertainty by Adam Mickiewicz  (1798 - 1855)

When I don’t see you, I don’t sigh, I don’t cry, I don’t loose my head, when I look at you, However if I don’t see you for a long time, I am missing something, someone I must see, And longing, I’m asking myself a question: Is it friendship? Or is it love?

When I loose your sight, I can’t even once, Recreate your image in my mind, However, despite my will I feel sometimes, That it is always close to my thought, And again I pose myself a question: Is it friendship? Or is it love?

I suffered much, and I didn’t think at all To go to you and express my sorrow; Going without a purpose, not minding the road, I will come to your doorstep without knowing how. Entering, I ask myself a question: What led me here? Friendship or love?

For your health, I would give my life For your peace, I would descend to hell, Though I lack the courageous will in my heart, to be for your health and peace. And again I pose myself a question: Is it friendship? Or is it love?

When you lay your hand in my palms I’m surrounded by calm, It feels like this light dream could end my life But a lively heartbeat keeps me awake; Which loudly asks a question: Is it friendship? Or is it love?

The Daily Show, August 18, 2016