The tragedy of love
Why is it that true love is frequently a tragedy
that ends when it seems almost there
to reach the ultimate fulfilment,
like as if love was always the last verse,
the final end that has its limits
or must simply end when it has reached perfection.
It doesn't seem quite fair,
that so much effort, labour and hard energy
should be so generously wasted
just to be abandoned in the end
as something that no longer could be added to.
Or is the meaning, that love always has the final word,
and that it therefore must be terminated
and left off as soon at his has spoken out?
In either way, at least, love does remain
for always the most unforgettable of matters
and just for that reason, all that really matters.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-07-16 at 10:45
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