118. Reflection
You are the peace of all my wars,
the harmony that made disharmony disperse,
the dream that woke me up
from the intolerable madness of reality,
the sanity which suddenly replaced my lunacy,
the beauty that cleaned up my mind from dirt,
the love aquitting my perversions,
all the joy I never really had,
some relaxation to ease up my stress
and finally above all someone I could care for
to make up for all my negligence of life,
a beam of sunlight after lifetime darkness and imprisonment,
in brief, would I not be a perfect fool
if I ignored the possibility to love you?
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-28 at 12:48
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