Fragile!
As my love grows old
it grows forever younger
in vitality and enthusiasm
and power of expansion,
but it is an ardent flame that must be tamed
and well contained to not burst open
into violent and unforseen explosions
that might consume not just itself
but even the most precious object of your worship;
so take heed and please excuse my warning
that I must contain my love
in order to preserve it
as the most uniquely perfect and constructive force
that only can be treated and contained with utmost care.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-03-26 at 09:28
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