Then Forgive Me Poem by Judit Vázsonyi

What is this feeling I feel?
Like when the sun comes out,
Like when a breeze blows my face,
It's coming, I have no clout.

What is this feeling I feel?
As the light shines on your hair,
As a smile glare in your eyes,
A soft tremor wakes up and starts in air.

I don't know what it is, but I feel it,
I became like a Sweet-tenderen cat
*If I am crazy, if it's a fault, so be it.
If it's love, please forgive me for that.*

* Juhász Gyula