Lovesick blues
No, I am not ill or sick, my dear,
but just the contrary for love,
although I might appear deranged,
but there is not a trace of jealousy
or other symptoms of lovesickness.
So let me love you, and be happy,
don't you worry about me,
it's me that ought to worry only
about you and about everything,
since all the world concerns me
with all its life and all that threatens it.
My love is intact, but is strong enough,
I garantee, or so at least it feels,
to maintain and save not just the world
but all life in the universe.
Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2007-12-17 at 11:13
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