Munch-Petersen, Gustaf a tale about love

a tale about love

there is the rock -
and the steel-bright, averted face -
but there is
the little door too -
and there is
my blood-red heart
burning on its golden foot -

but you
knock at the stone,
and you
promise to wait one hundred years
for the eyes to turn -
and you
cry your life to rags
because my heart
is a flame on its golden foot -

there was the rock -
and the closed, blind face -
but there was
the little door too -
and you
are nothing to me -