The adulator
How could I ever tire of you,
my only everlasting love?
Once you get to know of beauty
you shall never tire of it
but remain a doting adulator,
lost forever in apprenticeship,
admiring senselessly
completely void of any criticism,
and you want nothing better
than to just go on like that forever.
So don't even nourish that suspicion!
I am yours, and there is nothing
anyone could do about it,
least of all myself,
and not even your doubts
could more than just increase
my love of all that beauty
which is yours.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-01-29 at 19:02
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