Surreptitiously
The impossibility of our love
is no impediment to its reality,
we can deny it to the world
but never to ourselves,
it is a fact of life,
and though it brings much suffering,
the joy of it is infinite
belonging to the zone of timelessness,
a certain matter of eternity.
So let it just go on
in torment, agony and sorrow,
its beauty easily surviving vanity
and every weakness of mortality,
since in untouchable supremacy
it simply never can give in.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-08-16 at 07:18
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