The inexpressibility of love
The inexpressibility of love is a dilemma
since nothing in the world can do it justice.
It is like a journey that can never end,
approaching constantly the goal but never reaching it
but ever dreaming about reaching it
uninterruptedly depicting and imagining its wonder
in a neverendingly expanding towering description
of flamboyancy with many ornaments
but never failing in correctness and in realism.
Thus does it hopelessly enthrall us all
in ever changing and dramatic entertainment,
and there is but one thing we can do about it:
that is to enjoy it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-12-30 at 11:04
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