could have been worse
You are just the sort of girl
to make a fellow like myself
just fall in love with to remain so
fallen down to earth in hopeless worship
and obseqious servitude if not forever
then at last for an eternity of all the present
like a doting looney having nothing in his head
but one idea, the only thing he ever more can think of,
his fixation on his love in dumbstruck idiocy
like a serious disease with no cure whatsoever,
the most hopeless case imaginable,
doomed to dotage for eternity.
Is there no hope at all for me then?
That depends on you.
If you can love me in return,
then there is something to hang on to
like a spider's thread from some skyscraper rooftop
saving me from falling all way down
to straight perdition, which instead will lift me up
to that incredibility of heaven
which is nothing more than just the company of you.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-06-01 at 17:07
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