The only true love is a tragedy
There are so many instances of this,
and all confirm the tragic fact:
the highest and the finest love
was never consummated,
independent of how far it reached.
That means, that love is even greater
and more true, the more it is a tragedy.
You can love and never reach your love
and never have her,
and no lover is more certain of his love.
You can lose her, and you will love her forever.
You can see her vanish into other lovers' arms,
and then you know you loved her more than they.
Love is a loser that by losing is the winner,
and the more he loses, the more winner he becomes,
since love is always fair in that
her grace falls more on honesty and truth
and sublimates the quality and warmth of love
than bothers about the delusory futility of sex,
which always is a passing satisfaction;
while true love is never satisfied
but lasts and goes on growing and expanding
in increasing beauty armoured for eternity
the more it is struck down by anguish, hardship and mortality.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-02-23 at 10:20
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