The danger of exposure
Who am I to trespass and exceed
the limits of the reasonableness of tenderness,
when love itself enforces me and holds me back,
compels me to explosion while at the same time
care restrains me not to crush
the very thing I would explode for?
The exile of consideration
bars me thus from my true love,
for never would I run the risk of harming her,
while love as force of nature forces me to burst
and put at risk the very soul I love.
Thus love is both the highest irresistibility,
joy and danger to us all,
while love can harm like nothing else,
and those we love the most of all
we would the least of all expose to harm.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-01-06 at 11:49
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