Grace
The sensitivity and delicacy of your love
did more than overwhelm me from the start.
Who am I to be so much loved by you
of so much more experience and sagacity,
maturity and order in your mind,
while I was just a lost and weeping orphan
downed in abysses of love with no way out
except my tears and horrible self pity.
What is my love matched with yours,
how could I ever make myself deserve it,
and how could I live up to your expectations?
I am lost in love and find no guidance
out of my predicament of personal disasters
but the grace of your nobility and kindness
for which I am much more grateful
than I ever will be able to requite it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-07-01 at 10:55
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