The Flight
The only true love is ideal love
overwhelming and transcending
all reality and its impossibility,
the limitations and the unreliabilities,
uplifting and up-keeping all that matters,
the integrity of the supremacy
of the transcending soul,
that always like a butterfly
must needs break all the mortal flesh
to ever keep on wings as high as possible
and flying on into eternity.
Love is a flight
and can but keep on loving
while she stays on flying.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-04-16 at 10:21
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