Assessment
You are too good for me
and too good to be true,
you are too beautiful
for my unworthy humbleness
and for my decrepitude,
too young for my old age
and far too dear for my possessing.
Shall we call it off then?
That is the supreme impossibility,
since no divorce can separate us,
and there is no lover
that can tempt us to deceit.
How shall we keep each other then,
when circumstances always keep us separated
and we never seem to reach a settlement,
since there are always others claiming you,
and I can never be completely free
from my commitments.
So our only chance is simply to continue
as we have done all the way so far
as lovers distanced by our shyness
and our over-sensitiveness
and our mutual fear
of hurting, losing and of trespassing each other,
since we both refuse to ever lose
what we so far in spite of all have gained.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-01-11 at 09:38
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