Frailty
Thy soul is all the treasure
of your love and universal charm,
the concentration of your beauty,
irrevocable and irresistible
and unpersihable as your heart
so full of only warmth and joy
that can but last forever.
Let me cherish you
but without touching you
inflicting never any harm or injury
but only watering your cultivation
as the most conscientious lover
only would at any cost
wage all on just preserving
and aggrandizing the beauty
of the everlasting moment
of consummate love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-09-19 at 09:45
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