It takes two to make love
With a love like yours
it's impossible not to wonder
who was the seducer of whom.
I must confess my conscience strikes me,
but still the love you gave me
compelled me to requite it.
Maybe we both seduced each other
and ourselves
with this most inextricable love
that ever transcends itself in gentleness,
none wishing to hurt the other
in ever exceeding tenderness.
My spirit was raped from the beginning
by the extreme subtlety
of your overwhelming spiritual love;
and I shall never have another love
but let this rape remain in me forever
as my only perfectly fulfilled enjoyment.
Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2008-06-23 at 13:41
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