Love under torture
The wind blows hard and mean against us
with a merciless and heartless coldness without end
while torturesome adversities amass and haunt us,
death and losses, irreplaceable bereavements,
and to all this mess our constant distance and intolerable separation.
How can love survive? But as the buds spring forth
from freezing death in suffocating snows,
so will all human souls transcend all frozen hearts,
and there will always be a resurrection
from all false, untimely phoney deaths;
and somehow love will fool perdition
and always come again by miracles
in something of an everlasting venture
to in spite of all exist no matter what
to not allow herself to ever be let down.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 13:23
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