Forgetmenot
Small flower, tiniest of blue-eyed souls,
my source of inspiration and enjoyment,
welcome to my secret flower bed
of tender memories and sorrows,
of a lifetime filled with love
and stories immemorable
of beauty constantly increased
and never any friendship that was lost.
You all grow faithfully and richly in my heart,
I never would forget a single one of you,
while you, forgetmenot, my freshest flower
fulfil them all by only being there
to make my heart alive again and more than ever
giving fuel to a love that lives on immortality,
the essence of the soul's endurance to in spite of all
go on for all its overstrain to constantly surpass itself
in burning brighter and more gloriously
for all its suffocation in the trials of her love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-03-11 at 11:42
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