Continuity
Back into your arms,
our love can be renewed again
and polished and bejewelled in infinity
for the sake of its adorable and perfect charm,
as I can never tire of your beauty,
and since you are always there
like as for the sole purpose
to be loved by me.
Let envious and formalistic ignorants
cudgel their brains in vain
in the self-torture of their self-inflicting pain
in bothering about and trying hard to understand
the love that's beyond them and all their pettiness.
We know it only who devote ourselves
to its perpetual engagement and its propagation,
wherefore it can never end
without immediately commence anew.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-06-20 at 19:01
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