Hippie love
We used to love one another,
and it was never wrong,
no matter how much we shared our love with others
and never kept it for ourselves.
Our love was never a deceit,
the less so the more it encompassed others,
and sleeping together was never love enough.
We needed more than that
and therefore always gave more than that
sharing our love universally
with whomever.
How can love then be confined
within the restrictions of marriage,
of sticking to one person,
of vows and oaths and promises
that never could be kept?
Forgive me, my love, but I could never stick to you alone,
but we owed our love to everyone.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-01-04 at 10:43
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