The lover
That I loved you no one can deny,
and that I loved you deeply I confess
and even that I love you still and more than ever,
but in my own way, without insulting,
without causing hurts and without importuning
stealing furtively into your heart
with smoothness and discretion without friction,
so that you would never know,
and no one else would notice either for that matter,
that I was the man who visited your bed
as your true only lover, never to abandon it
but being always there at hand at any time.
So will I keep you up, my love,
sustaining what we both need most of all,
the very stuff that made us
which we can not do without
which only truest lovers ever dared to dream of
and which we possessed from the beginning.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-07-27 at 15:25
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