105. Insomnia
My love is like a sunrise
that never sets again
but just keeps shining
like a soul that never sleeps
but just keeps beaming
like some constant dreaming
turning life to an explosion
of not only energy
but of all kinds of creativity
and altogether a new life
of wonder and of joy
in almost a surrealistic way.
If that is how love works,
just let me love and never die,
and never let me even sleep again.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-28 at 12:11
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