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I wake up in the middle of the night
and there is naught else for my eyes but you,
there is nothing else that I can think of, only you,
and only with sincerest love without a smudge
of anything not being perfect love,
which couldn't be more flawlessly complete,
and that in this exhausting time of crisis
with a cancer patient closest to us
horribly afflicted by aggressive peril of her life,
for which there might be no cure else but miracles;
but we believe in miracles and can do miracles,
since that is all our love has done and all the time
and ever since we met,
so that is probably what our love will keep on doing.
Let us live for that, no matter what will happen,
come what may, whatever trials we may stumble on,
but we shall never fall.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-12-18 at 10:04
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Midwinter love
I wake up in the middle of the night
and there is naught else for my eyes but you,
there is nothing else that I can think of, only you,
and only with sincerest love without a smudge
of anything not being perfect love,
which couldn't be more flawlessly complete,
and that in this exhausting time of crisis
with a cancer patient closest to us
horribly afflicted by aggressive peril of her life,
for which there might be no cure else but miracles;
but we believe in miracles and can do miracles,
since that is all our love has done and all the time
and ever since we met,
so that is probably what our love will keep on doing.
Let us live for that, no matter what will happen,
come what may, whatever trials we may stumble on,
but we shall never fall.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 568 times
Written on 2006-12-18 at 10:04
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