Here you will find the Poem Cold! of poet Leon Gellert
Come not to me with loveliness Across the crying hill; For once I held thee pitiless Hast thou no pity still? Come not to me with hot delight, And touch this moveless clay, Lest my poor heart that knows the night Awake and feel the day. Come not to me and kiss this head, And heat me with thy fire; For I am dead, and thou art dead; And dead is my desire.
