My poverty
My love, you must not doubt my constancy
as long as my sincerity keeps burning
tenderly for your unfathomable charm and beauty
that keeps constantly increasing
like my love by every hour of each day –
this fact is so reliable and undeniable
as it has been for the last 40 years
and keeps increasing still,
like the profundity of your incessant quality
that never ceases to impress and haunt me,
making every sleepless night a joy forever,
more enjoyable each time.
If this sounds sado-masochistically morbid,
it's because you only see the words
and can't check up my feelings,
that speak more the truth of my sincerity
that never can be hidden, although awkardly
expressed inadequately in the poverty of words
that can no more than sketch and hint at
the reality of universal live eternal love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-03-04 at 09:44
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