The Pain of Love
It hurts, and more than any operation
since there is no aneasthetic
and you must be conscious all the way through
that infernal Armageddon, Golgatha and Purgatory
if you get through there at all,
for there was never any greater pain
than that of love when it was true
and had to end before you even reached it;
which is usually the case
when that elusive thing called love
for one time's sake uniquely
happens to be true.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-01-17 at 17:13
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