Relativity
The distance of my love is wider than an ocean
and more unsurmountable than any ridge,
unreachable like any sun
and as untouchable as a black hole,
and yet she is more present than reality
and more genuine than any truth,
more honest than the messages of angels
and more definite in her sincerity than any child;
for love is always perfect.
All she needs to prove herself is to exist,
then distances turn null and void,
all obstacles become negligeable nonentities,
all darkness turns into perpetual light,
and all you need is to acknowledge it
to make it work, to turn existence into paradise
and to make life worth while
and something of a joy for all eternity.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-03-01 at 19:27
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