62. Careful prospects
My love, is it weakness, or is it strength?
– This magic that obliges me to love you
senselessly and mercilessly,
ruthlessly against myself and you,
which is why I have to do it with restraint
and not let any feeling show to you or anyone
in order just to keep it safe
from harm, intrusion and exposure
to unqualified, unwanted and debasing eyes.
So am I forced to love you clandestinely
for how long, and to what unendurable direction?
No one knows; so let's just keep it on,
endure its heat with patience and discretion
and face the possibility
of never seeing any end to it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-27 at 12:22
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