Przy Kawiarnianym Stoliku, Zygmunt Andrychiewicz (1891)
At a Coffee Table, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
You feed me love one teaspoon at a time,
Teasing as you would a boy with candy.
What you are doing to this heart of mine,
Pain I feel waiting the touch your beauty.
Crushing my heart with great skill you employ,
Shall this continue you will it destroy.
Tread gently for my heart is not a toy,
Be assured it is not what I enjoy.
Across we sit at this sturdy table,
Will gladly climb to you if I’m able,
To enrapture you my dearest angel,
Without any will of being baneful.
Patience is not one of my given traits,
We’d better leave before it is too late.