Perfect love
My love, it does not matter whom you go to bed with
as long as I may love you still.
You are my only love,
and something tells me it is vice versa,
although I know all your lovers.
This is not the problem.
Actually, there is no problem
since love conquers all
and solves all problems by its mere serenity.
Don't worry, dearest love,
you have all freedom you can take,
as long as I may have all freedom
in my perfect love of you.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-11-08 at 13:32
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