My religion
You are my religion, dearest,
not because your beauty is imperishable,
not because of your ideal diplomacy,
and not because your amiability is perfect,
but because your personality is wondrous constant,
your reliability was always there
in patient calm to rule my horrible impatience,
which is getting worse for every year,
and even in your doubtful morals no one can impeach you.
You have seen and gone through all the worst,
you know about conditions beyond all endurance,
you have crossed the limits of intolerable pain
and still maintained your equilibrium,
as if it was natural to sometimes lose one's mind
and let it pass, like any storm at sea,
your wisdom only growing cooler and maturing
for the trials of extremest crises.
Who could anything but love you?
Still you have reserved yourself for me,
we know each other like none other know and understand us,
thus we must have been created for each other,
which is only to accept and make the best of
and which is so good to know,
that we at least then have each other.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2011-04-27 at 19:14
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