Another reason
It makes you younger,
this expansion of your hair,
this prolonging of your beauty,
this free growth without infringement,
this vast wealth of light and generosity
embodied in your gorgeous hair
for me to tousle in to happily get lost,
like in a web of charming dreams
of infinite seduction and allurement,
fascination and enchantment,
adding to your spell and total power,
to which I must willingly succumb.
Continue thus, my love,
and let it grow to ever brighter beauty,
and that will be some insurance
that I never will be able to forsake you,
tire of you or give up my dream
of everlasting love forever growing
comfortably and harmoniously with you.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-12-08 at 12:58
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