7. The problem



The problem is not that you are different,
that we are uncombinable,
that I can do nothing to further your career
nor help you in any way,
that we are both poor like pauper orphans
and too strong individualists
to ever be able to join hands
in any kind of unitedness.
No, the problem is something entirely different.
The problem is that I love you.







Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-08-14 at 13:28

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Rob Graber
Ha! Very clever.
2006-08-14


Janine>K
I had this problem a lot :-)

Great poem

Janine
2006-08-14

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Intimacies and outcries
by Christian Lanciai