153. Another cup of tea
My love is like a cup of tea
that never can be finished
but is amiably replenished
every time you finish it,
like a perpetuum mobile,
for thus works love ad infinitum:
there is nothing in the world to stop it,
no one can get through with it,
it is the most unsolvable of problems
that demands a constant entertainment
to be carried on to the delight
of those who never tire of the sport
but live just for the exercise
of love's eternally miraculous expansion.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 10:22
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