A compliment
There is a pain and thorn
deep down inside my heart
that aches for you incessantly,
as if my only life was close to you
and in your company,
more blessed than could any other's be,
since you are you and no one else
can even distantly approach your character.
So am I spoilt, then, to at all be known to you,
or is it that I am the only one to know you
deeply and enough to understand you?
I must not be so presumptuous,
since there never was a man
who ever knew at all a woman;
since that is the woman's charm
and personality to always be detached,
evade, escape, transcend, surpass
and overpass man's faculties of understanding
to in fact be man's unique and single overman
as teacher, guide and better half;
since man without a woman
is a continent without a sea.
So let me love you, now, continuously
and indefatigably as a faithful brother
and much more than that:
your only man who really knows you
and how to appreciate you more than fully.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-01-15 at 10:00
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