It is as if I always had you home with me
although we only met but once or twice
and we could hardly know each other.
Still, it is as if you always had been with me,
and I could but welcome you into my soul
when you so generously opened it to enter,
where you have remained since then
most welcome to my humble hospitality
in both my heart and soul and without reservations.
Thereby I don't wish to importune
but merely courteously bring you my compliment
with my sincerest unpretentiousness, humility and prudence
tainted with a cautious touch of shyness
not to hurt your feelings or my own.
Now is the time for the dark mornings
when you rise to darkness every darker dawn
while in its stead my love of you is rising
shining brighter every morning
compensating spiritually the increasing darkness
of this mad distorted world of turbulence
where so much love must compensate for so much folly.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-11-01 at 11:34

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Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
Many thanks for the appreciation.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Very well written and so sensitively themed. The last line is simply magnificent! Well done!

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A very good work Christian , thank you for writing such a good work.
Ken D