One of my old sins worthy of revival...
My love is like the glory of a sun-flower,
continuing her beams after the sun is set
like as if never there was any sunset,
while at the same time she outshines the moon
in glory and in beauty, like as if the moon was always full
and never went away to bring the morning.
At the same time she is like a garden full of flowers
that is always flowering and never withering,
since she is beauty herself personated
gloriously invigorating the whole world
with overwhelming perfumes of the moon's own charm.
But most of all, my love is here, and she is here to stay,
like music of the purest kind that never stops to sing,
and that is the supremest glory of my love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-03-03 at 20:37
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The glory of my love
My love is like the glory of a sun-flower,
continuing her beams after the sun is set
like as if never there was any sunset,
while at the same time she outshines the moon
in glory and in beauty, like as if the moon was always full
and never went away to bring the morning.
At the same time she is like a garden full of flowers
that is always flowering and never withering,
since she is beauty herself personated
gloriously invigorating the whole world
with overwhelming perfumes of the moon's own charm.
But most of all, my love is here, and she is here to stay,
like music of the purest kind that never stops to sing,
and that is the supremest glory of my love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 567 times
Written on 2009-03-03 at 20:37
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