Courtesy
As you remain the only tenant of my dreams,
my love flows on incessantly
like bleeding wounds of lust and joy
to never stop beautifying
all that is to our world
of common friends and relatives,
the victims and deceased ones
ever being there more live than ever,
while this haze of tenderness
beleaguers me to warm me up
in ever greater piety towards our love
that is a fountain of the purest joy.
So let me keep you in my heart
for you to dwell there in supreme security,
while I remain the thankful tenant of your own,
completely reassured that there could be
no better and no safer place
for my heart to keep bleeding in
in tearful joy of thankfulness.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-05-06 at 18:49
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