Honesty lasts longer
I only think of you, my love,
although I do not know thee.
I know not mortal languages of love,
but I know Woman, and I love her,
and true love does not need any language.
Everything important reads between the lines,
and to explain it and evaluate it is to ruin it
by the vulgarity of coarse debasing concretization,
the most heinous and supreme of sacrileges.
So leave my pure thoughts of love in sacred peace,
and do not ask for more than all its honesty,
which is the only thing love needs to keep surviving.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-05-18 at 12:24
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